I moved to Los Angeles for a job I have since left. I watch most things after midnight, usually on the couch, usually alone. I keep a notebook of last lines. I am not a critic. I just want to be somewhere when a film lands.
Watched it the night it went up, which I never do, because the trailer had a shot of a woman eating standing up at a kitchen counter and I wanted to know why that wrecked me. It is a film about a season ending and nobody admitting it. The daughter says almost nothing for forty minutes and then says one thing. I put my phone in another room for the second half.

I called my dad after this, which I want on the record as the highest thing I can say about a film. The snow is not pretty in it. It is a job. Somebody has to move it. The scene where the son shovels the neighbour's driveway without being asked and the neighbour never comes out is the whole relationship in ninety seconds.