A single mother losts his baby. His ashes , in the urn, are precious for woman in grief. A sign makes her sensitive about a sort of hope not so strange in this circumstances.
Her happiness. And the dark side of the cooing from urn.
An accident as seed of radical decision.
Not exactly a horror but fair reflection of sufferance of a mother, living alone, fighting to accept the rest of her child, seduced by a tinny posibility, absurd, off course, but not exactly reprehensible.
In short, grace to performance of Jennifer Taher and cinematography, a support for reflection about grief of a mother and presumed consolation.
Her happiness. And the dark side of the cooing from urn.
An accident as seed of radical decision.
Not exactly a horror but fair reflection of sufferance of a mother, living alone, fighting to accept the rest of her child, seduced by a tinny posibility, absurd, off course, but not exactly reprehensible.
In short, grace to performance of Jennifer Taher and cinematography, a support for reflection about grief of a mother and presumed consolation.