maybe doesn't hold the shattering pathos of unrelated, but goes beyond in its complexity. hogg directs with such brevity but somehow patience too; her watchful eye cringes omnisciently, brooding at the impossibility of family, the incompatibility of our half-efforts towards getting along. each character is as fantastically well observed and rich as you will see in cinema, treading nimbly, expertly, the fine line between dialogue that is plainly expository and that which is frustratingly opaque or inconsequential. lines, expressions, micro-actions reverberate with freudian mystery. this is everything a film should be.