While running errands, grandma Gina (Colette Keen) suffers a stroke — not a serious one, but nevertheless a warning that this crusty, chain-smoking widow is reluctant to heed. She doesn’t want to end life treated like “some frail old lady,” so she tries to keep the bad news to herself.
Director-scenarist Brown opens up what might have been a claustrophobic domestic drama in casual yet sharp fashion, with central characters attending a rodeo, going to work, and so on. Pic doesn’t make a big deal about their lack of current male companionship, etching a credible community wherein single women continually pool economic and other resources. As Jade puts it, they’re people who often feel “backed into situations” they wouldn’t have chosen, then make do anyway.
Script, like the well-gauged perfs, tells us what we need to know about these folk without passing judgment or manipulating our responses. Ending could’ve been punched up a tad, however.
Production is cleanly handled on no doubt limited means; some awkward post-synching in exterior sequences rates as sole tech flaw. Scratchy 1930s jug-band-type recordings provide idiosyncratic soundtrack fodder.