Another paint by numbers sombre indie film. There is a severely under-utilized supporting cast, inexplicable behaviour (and no, as a filmmaker you can't blame any absurdity you want on depression and trauma) and the whole affair mostly amounts to pretty shots of sad people and strained arguments. Half-baked, coulda spent more time in the oven.
The most autopilot'd and world-champion-of-indie-movie-cliché-bingo thing I've seen since THE SKELETON TWINS. I learned nothing from this except that it's hard to lose your child and it makes you act in scene-chewing ways. American independent film has become a cesspool of easy signifiers of depth: mainly the "irredeemable asshole millenial" character and Lifetime movie tragedies about things that are obviously sad.
Great acting, great direction, and great cinematography. The film fell short in very few scenes for me. That's a huge accomplishment considering the film's dramatic content. I thought it was a very genuine character study of these two individuals dealing with grief through anger, denial, and exhausting all their solutions.