

Lowkey one of the funniest things about the film is that Jack thinks he’s the mastermind of a grand philosophical masterpiece, while everyone else can clearly see he’s just spiraling with extra vocabulary ...

I came for the cute animation and Celtic folklore, then suddenly got hit with a beautifully illustrated therapy session about grief, family, and learning how to live with loss. The craziest part is how gentle the movie is. No loud speeches, no forced drama just waves, music, memories, and feelings slowly wrecking you from the inside.

Realizing someone close to you has been mentally drifting into isolation while daily life keeps moving normally on the surface.

At some point, the plot almost became secondary. The sound itself started feeling like the real narrative. That’s why I love art-house and underground cinema so much, the sound design isn’t just background decoration, it becomes part of the psychology, memory, and atmosphere of the film itself. By the time the credits rolled, I realized: I wasn’t just watching a story anymore… I was listening to a feeling 😩