The French movie The Father of my Children follows a narrative anchored around a suicide. The film presents an authentic portrayal of family left to deal with an unexpected loss. There are tears, disbelief and regrets, the ubiquitous why questions are asked. Watching, I was grateful too for a story of loss scripted without dollops of unnecessary sentimentality.

I also appreciated the way the screening showed some aspects of grief, providing an empathetic depiction of times when emotions spiral. The on-screen portrayal of grief aligned well with my own experience, the disbelief, the numbed acceptance, wanting to put the world on hold but not pressing the pause button. Authentic.

Almost resolutely and despite overwhelming grief the world keeps turning, we continue.

What will be will be, and what is, is…even at the movies.