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On vacation, the father and daughter have unique experiences recorded on a video camera. Calum is from Scotland but no longer lives in his hometown. He has moved to London and sporadically visits his daughter, Sophie. However, the former husband and wife are on amicable terms and have a friendly relationship.

Sophie reflects on the shared joy and private melancholy of a holiday she took with her father twenty years earlier. Memories real and imagined fill the gaps between as she tries to reconcil Read all Sophie reflects on the shared joy and private melancholy of a holiday she took with her father twenty years earlier. Memories real and imagined fill the gaps between as she tries to reconcile the father she knew with the man she didn't.

While plenty of films have limned the erotic overtones of mother-son White Heat, The Manchurian Candidate, Murmur of the Heart and father-daughter relationships Voyager, Somewhere, Leave No Trace they have rarely done so with the delicacy, lightness, and wit of Aftersun. British writer-director Charlotte Wells avoids camp like a dead animal on the road and tiptoes around stuffiness like a drunk at a ballet. Credit goes to a script that allows Wells the lacuna necessary for her camera to capture rich, suggestive moments of intimacy. Also to newcomer Frankie Curio and Paul Mescal the boyfriend in Normal People who inhabit the daughter and father with the specificity with which vague people we glimpse on public transportation and in cafes present themselves to our gaze.

The powers-that-were at The New Yorker eventually tired of my writing about odd little ventures like Clockwatchers , The Butcher Boy , and The Apostle —films that were usually destined for a two-week stint at Film Forum or the Angelika—and pushed me firmly in the direction of Armageddon , but I have never lost my affection for independent films. Of course, it is just as easy for small films to flail and fall flat as it is for them to shine. Both movies are insistently small-scale, aiming for intimate, almost imperceptible moments rather than the sort of grand affirmation The Whale tries for. They come bearing no messages other than their own inner dramas, dramas that elude closure for the higher pleasures of unanswerable questions.