A prime example of a film with enough earnest intention to overcome several storytelling issues, Kawa (as it's actually called, this alternate title makes no sense) might not be a particularly well made movie—nor is it incompetent, make no mistake—but its narrative means well enough to earn the problematic aspects of its execution forgiveness. Using the proud ancestry of a Maori family as its backdrop, it tells the story of a man whose inheritance of his retiring father’s business coincides with his personal revelation that the life he has been leading as a husband and father of two is a lie. His reluctant coming out and the ensuing fallout is handled with an admirable tenderness, the material providing much of the warmth and sincerity the actors don’t always successfully convey. Though it follows a predictable arc and never dares to stray from the safety of its three act structure, the ideas it tackles are moving enough to outweigh the distinctly uncinematic approach they’re here given.