Rose’s assuredness, in unraveling a tale of two suburban mothers who feel dislodged from themselves, ends up—like much of her museum work—a powerful rumination on modernity.

Some fortunate people may leave “The Last Day” feeling that nothing much happened in it at all; others will be raddled, like Julia and Taylor, with searing feelings they can’t or won’t name.

Pedretti leans more into a turn that’s so open that it feels almost too intimate to observe. I can’t recall a recent film during which I so desperately wanted to reach in and hug a character.

So shallow and heartless that it’s not worth the watch.