A touching and delicate whisper of love and empathetic cognizance between a grandmother, mother, and daughter - in ways unseen ever before. This does not have the swooning grandeur of Sciamma’s exquisite Portrait, but there is an earthy and earnest air of the ethereal. Unadorned and unfeigned, there is a pure connection developed both between those on screen and of those watching.
The Sanz actresses are both luminescent and liminal - naturalistic in their hearts and focus while operating in an emotional space rife with subtlety and ambiguity. This is inherent with the whimsical dollop of the fantastic demurely melted into the mesh of the plot. It allows an emotional profundity to penetrate to the core - engaging both for emotionality and enlightenment of the characters but also for the self-querying audience.
PM is an effortless and ephemeral dalliance with childhood, the enigma of adults, and the deeper connections when unfettered by the enslavement of era. Tender, lithe and estimable.