His Three Daughters (2023) - 6/10
Nothing brings a family together quite like a dying parent, and by “together” I mean stuck in a tiny apartment, passive-aggressively arguing over who Dad loved the least whilst wanting to rip each other's heads off. What represents sibling rivalry more than pretending you're fine and silently judging each other's life choices while someone slowly dies in the next room? What's not to enjoy about watching fully grown women regress into teenage versions of themselves while trying to manage adult diapers and hospice paperwork? You can almost spot the moment they begin to understand why Dad spent so much time at the pub. It brings home the deeply grim realisation that the people with which you must experience one of the darkest moments of your life - the same people you've shared beds with, cried with and laughed with - somehow, after all these years, are absolutely nothing like you. And how, crucially, you can't fucking stand any of them. The comfort, at least, is that they, too, are hurting. The real victory here is that at least you won't have to visit them at Christmas anymore.