March Ofides

I truly love what this screenplay leaves out of the story. The barely-mentioned two deceased mothers and the incapacitated father force the viewer puzzle out the daughters on their own terms. It is kind of an anti-Lear in which all three daughters love their dying father, and the only kingdom at stake is crummy rent controlled apartment. And yet we watch the sisters struggle to be present to each other, stuck as they are in patterns set in their girlhoods. What is most at stake is here is the capacity to love and to fully imagine the other. Some powerful stuff, beautifully acted.