Where the film falls short, at times, is in Pace and Coon's representation of grieving and renewal. Whether it's an issue in the dialogue or direction, the actors struggle to break outside the same emotional quadrant.

Those who take a chance will be treated to a pensive, slow-moving story told almost as a play might be - mostly in one location, around three actors, forgoing style and punch to instead mine the depths of the human soul.

The film is a moving and emotional journey, and even manages a jump scare or two for healthy measure.

The Keeping Hours is a hauntingly beautiful film that leaves a lasting impression.