The Inbetween
There is a strange season in every life that almost nobody talks about. Not the beginning, because beginnings are exciting. Not the ending, because endings are easy to celebrate. The middle. The long stretch where nothing looks extraordinary from the outside, but everything important is quietly being decided underneath. This film live there. They are about the hours before certainty. The mornings when belief has to exist without evidence. The practices nobody remembers. The Tuesdays that become origin stories only after the fact. Because almost every remarkable life is built in moments that never felt remarkable while they were happening.