Why do father/daughter stories always hit me so hard? I´m neither a father nor a daughter, so this doesn´t make sense, but here we are, I guess. In any case, while I don´t have first-hand experience with that aspect of the film, I certainly know a thing or two about depression, so it´s not surprising that this part of “Aftersun” struck a chord with me.
I appreciate how subtle the film is about the central tragedy and never clearly speaks…