Edge of Winter ★★½

Relationships between family members — particularly those between fathers and sons — have a way of settling into certain rhythms that often grow into ruts. They petrify, they become inflexible, and it can feel as though attempts to thaw them out only tend to exacerbate whatever estrangement was causing the problem in the first place. It’s unconditional love as a slow-motion car crash, and it’s something that Rob Connolly’s “Edge of Winter” understands in its bones, even if — like so many people who’ve been in a similar position — the film is woefully incapable of expressing itself when it matters most.

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