cool vibes. i’m a happy (gay) (sick) slavophile.
hard for me not to like a film about grief, but boy did this one disappoint. everything feels way too intentional and aware of the camera, even the presumably genuine outbursts of emotions occasionally come off as a bit cringe-worthy. by the end of the film, we still don’t quite know who evelyn was, nor have we learnt much (beyond the surface) about his relationships with individual family members and friends, rendering the grieving trip contextless and weightless.