Nomadland
This film feels like going to therapy. It is everything I want out of a film about grief, death and illness. It doesn't try to teach you anything, it doesn't shove toxic positivity that life goes on and time will heal yadda yadda but it SHOWS YOU how death affects the living. It doesn't offer you any resolution but instead give you time to process. And fuck, it's beautiful. Will most likely be a film I'll revisit time to time on my birthday