OK , if you want somebody else to watch this movie you may need to tie him/ her to a chair. After the 45th minute, I felt compelled to stop watching, and to walk away and do something that seemed to make better sense... instead I sat there, mumbling my disagreement with the actions of this father. I complained of the easy way in which he gave in to the request of his little daughter. I asked myself if it was a movie with bigger agendas...? I made the presumption that he was giving up on his own hidden desires, and for 40 minutes I hardly felt compassion or sympathy for this father. The rest of the15 minutes, or so, I understood, a man incapable of dealing with reality and coping with a double tragedy. I wandered into the psychological and profound meaning that the writer tried to impose upon us, the viewers, and I realized that sometimes it's not really about how much we have been loving ourselves, but the magnitude of the memory of those that we weren't ready to let go... because what he saw really in the mirror, was the image of the person he missed so much, and not the person he wanted to become. And I saw, too, our ignorance of dealing with new life, in this case, represented by his daughter.

The movie redeems itself with what seems to be the imaginary learning and understanding of a child about love and life.

I could keep writing about this movie, after all, I went into a deep discernment about it, and I realized that one day I may watch it again; with a different perspective, with less judgment, and with the conscience of being more analytic towards life. I do have to say though, that one of the filmmaker's mistakes is that the film doesn't come up with a strong validation for the dad giving up so easily the first time...

By the end we hear sirens, but we know they we'll be okay.

Would I recommend this movie to someone else? Yes, to all of those who preach to know (as I do) about films which don't just entertain us, but make us think for hours and days after.