Chienn wisely keeps his distance, framing Ling in hand-held longshots through windows, across crowds, behind someone's shoulder, emphasising her isolation.

Modest in scope, but barely puts a foot wrong.

Stylistically, this is very much the Tsai Ming-liang school of sad, damp poeticism, but thankfully without Tsai's ponderous torpor and studied obliqueness.

A stunning performance by Chen Shiang-Chyi leads an emotive portrait of a woman falling into the sidelines...