grief is a motherfucker.
this splintered drama isn't as unkempt or operatic as MARGARET, but even a comparatively streamlined Lonergan film hems with the messiness of real life. Casey Affleck's emotional journey is a matter of millimeters and micro-adjustments... there's no BIG SCENE, no swinging for the fences, just an irreparably broken man trying to restore a small piece of himself. it's a movie that understands how, with the right characters, the story of a man trying to get out of bed in the morning can be a genuine epic.
everyone here is as good as you've heard (the Boston-ness can feel a bit much, and Casey Affleck would agree with me, but there's no denying it's authentic).
also, rocks the best line of Sundance '16. won't spoil, but it comes when the *holy shit great* Lucas Hedges can't.