**"Just because somebody chooses to leave, that doesn't mean they didn't wanna be here with you. It means they had a hard time of things."
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A film that balances tragicomic breakdowns with a strangely tender vision of suburban despair. Jim Cumming's direction is both intimate and unflinching, often locking us into long takes that force us to sit with the awkwardness of human collapse. The narrative, centered on Officer Jim Arnaud, is essentially about the impossibility of holding it together when life insists on tearing you apart, and how personal grief bleeds into professional and social dysfunction. Characters stumble through their own failures, revealing that the meaning of the film lies in the futility of control, life is chaos, and dignity is a fragile illusion. Yet, while the vision is clear and the performance undeniably brave, the film’s relentless awkwardness sometimes feels more like a gimmick than a revelation. The humor, pitched between cringe and catharsis, didn’t resonate with me as deeply as intended, leaving me more detached than moved. It’s a film that wants to be both a howl of pain and a deadpan joke, but the tonal tightrope wobbled too much for me to fully connect. In the end, I admired the ambition but felt like I was watching someone else’s therapy session rather than living through a universal story.
**"Just because somebody chooses to leave, that doesn't mean they didn't wanna be here with you. It means they had a hard time of things."
**
A film that balances tragicomic breakdowns with a strangely tender vision of suburban despair. Jim Cumming's direction is both intimate and unflinching, often locking us into long takes that force us to sit with the awkwardness of human collapse. The narrative, centered on Officer Jim Arnaud, is essentially about the impossibility of holding it together when life insists on tearing you apart, and how personal grief bleeds into professional and social dysfunction. Characters stumble through their own failures, revealing that the meaning of the film lies in the futility of control, life is chaos, and dignity is a fragile illusion. Yet, while the vision is clear and the performance undeniably brave, the film’s relentless awkwardness sometimes feels more like a gimmick than a revelation. The humor, pitched between cringe and catharsis, didn’t resonate with me as deeply as intended, leaving me more detached than moved. It’s a film that wants to be both a howl of pain and a deadpan joke, but the tonal tightrope wobbled too much for me to fully connect. In the end, I admired the ambition but felt like I was watching someone else’s therapy session rather than living through a universal story.
