An electrifying performance lifts an often effective yet muddled film about a woman investigating her husband’s suicide
When someone you love kills themselves, a strange and specifically unbearable form of grief takes hold. There’s the base-level sadness that comes after any death, impossible enough on its own, but it’s then swirled together with a jolting shock, a confusing anger and, worst of all, a haunting curiosity. There are unthinkably difficult questions that linger, questions that will most likely never be answered, a cruelly unsatiated hunger for a truth that will forever be a mystery.
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