Bittersweet memories of an Irish family as Veronica attempts to come to terms with her brother's death, the state of her marriage, and disturbing flashbacks of life in her grandmother's house years ago. You are drawn into the slow revelation, not unexpected but terribly powerful nevertheless.
Here it is. The slow march of the remaining Hegartys. I don't know what wound we are showing to them all, apart from the wound of family. Because, just at this moment, I find that being part of a family is the most excruciating possible way to be alive.