Natasha Lyonne and Carrie Coon are quietly giggling on a sofa, seated next to Elizabeth Olsen, who's giving a thoughtful answer to a question about her character in their new Netflix movie, His Three Daughters.

That cosmic uncertainty gently reshapes what we might expect from a starry American movie about loss. Spikes of laughter or anticipatory grief arrive a fraction off the usual beat. So much, we realise,

His Three Daughters is a remarkable film that, at its best, is a reminder of what film can be, what it can mean and to whom, without a few hundred million dollars’ worth of CGI and effects to paper over the cracks.