He's an aimless rascal who never got on with his (recently deceased) dad. She's a Hasidic Jew trapped in a loveless marriage and a stifling culture. Well, not exactly loveless: her husband really wants to make her happy, but he can't figure out why she wants to listen to modern music that's "unworthy" of her. (Meanwhile, the viewer will be hard pressed to figure out why hubby does what he does; the practice of Judaism is depicted but never given context, and so comes off as curious at best, inhuman at worst, and sort of silly in the middle.) Director Maxime Giroux gets good performances from leads Martin Dubreuil and Hadas Yaron, and knows how to get erotic tension out of the donning of jeans and the doffing of a wig. But the romantic mood is asked to cover for too much left unsaid, unasked, and undone. And if he nails the ending, he still swings the hammer a little hard. (2015) — Matthew Lickona
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