Langorous, nostalgic, sepia... the way best memories are. A father and his 11-yo daughter take a vacation to Turkey which, in an odd twist of fate, turns out to be the latter's last with her dad. Twenty years hence, as she looks back upon that trip, she unflinchingly finds all the details lodged undisturbed in her mind. Every conversation, every laughter, every despair, every move, every chase, every arguement, every idiosyncracy and viscerally, every contour of her father's rising and falling visage. The movie arcs the recollection of a tender relationship that seethes with a silent, unhurried ache.

Hits the right note. Tender, empathetic, relevant.

A dismal fare that typecasts coming-of-age into screaming, howling, snogging, dressing, prom-ing and (miraculously) still holding up. One star for a Kierkegaard reference and the penultimate scene of a father's thoughtful gift.