By the end of Azazel Jacobs’ His Three Daughters, I could have drawn a detailed architectural blueprint of that New York apartment. What a sense of place this movie has. And a sense of time, with the hours and days in that apartment slowly creeping by as the distant beep of the father’s EKG marks the seconds ing one by one. And a sense of real, lived-in domestic battles. This is the rare sort of movie that’s so emotional it makes you cry, but it’s so good and so surprising that it makes you smile even while you’re choking back tears. Emotions!!!!

Full review at ScreenCrush.