Hopefully just a place-holder, but for now: I really liked it. It is a good film. I won't say I sensed it immediately, but it didn't take long. Without in any way meaning to suggest a hierarchy, I don't think it would be too amiss to say it felt like ascending a slippery slope from Bresson through Kaurismaki to, crazily enough, and only in a very particular way, Capra. Maybe it's just the season.