I enjoyed this film moderately at first, it washed over me slowly. It doesn't grip you with action but there is a slow simmer of intrigue and melancholy mystery, like looking at a carousel of memories. Which is what it is; a young woman's memory of a holiday as a child with her young father, who is trying to keep it together but obviously stuggling, which she didn't understand properly then and he tries to hide this from her - trying his best to be a fun dad on holidays. How young he is for a daughter of her age seems a telling fact.
The scenes are like a lot of overlapping pieces of a puzzle that ended and I felt melancholy and intrigued by what it all meant .. BUT then it wouldn't leave me alone, it stayed wth me for weeks as it all slowly fell into place. I think that is the great art of this film, that it isn't upfront conscious storytellng that puts everything on the table, it genuinely moves in the cloudier space of memories, of the feelings and atmosphere of childhood and ultimately of loss, of trying to understand things clearly, in retrospect. And then I also understood what had probably happened to the father.
The performances were excellent, especially Frankie Corio, directing someone of her age that well is a feat.
It was a unique and subtly heartbreaking experience that happened over several weeks for me, as it steeped into parts of a my mind movies dont usually go.