Shot in intense close-up, the film follows stressed-out mother Linda as she juggles the responsibility of a sick child, an apartment with a huge hole in the ceiling, judgement from pretty much every person she encounters (including her own therapist/boss) and a husband who is almost entirely absent. Impossible to take your eyes from yet at points a watch-through-fingers film, this is a daring portrayal of the darker side of motherhood.

From the mumblecore-defining director of Yeast, Mary Bronstein, in a swift side-step of that genre, the film brilliantly captures spiralling anxiety in a seemingly never-ending cycle of if-you-don’t-laugh-you’ll-cry nightmare scenarios. Not for the faint hearted, but fortune favours the brave.