A gut-punch (or should I say a slap in the face?) beautifully shot and wrapped up in a comedy.
I was aware going into it of the critical acclaim it had received, raves about Kieran Culkin’s performance, and the basis of the story in Jesse Eisenberg’s own family history. I was ambushed, however, by my own resonance to both the characters and the wider examination of "being a third-generation survivor”. A situation where “[t]here’s no perfect way to honor and…
