A beautiful, theatrical meditation on grief, and the intersectional way that it collides against Kai's mother and the boyfriend he left behind. Pei-Pei Cheng and Ben Whishaw are outstanding as Andrew Yeung’s next-of-kin, bringing enormous heart and sensitivity to both their roles and an understanding of the elephantine cross cultural issues left in the room. I was expecting the truth about Richard and Kai’s relationship to be articulated and I think I’m glad it wasn’t, but at the same time the script felt like something was missing, like the film kept edging towards its true potential but never quite hit it. It’s an LGBT story I’m very glad to see told on a big screen though and is really to be treasured in its own right.