
Thirty-five years in the life of Max, his best friend Sal and a woman they both adore, Lyla. The trio stumble through mandatory but seemingly unfulfilling entanglements, at weddings, funerals, hospitals, eateries, divorce courts and the tool shed. A deadpan fable about time sneaking up on and swerving right around us.
A quiet, observational comedy about the slow march of time and the people who drift in and out of our lives. It feels like looking through old photo albums, tinged with a gentle, wry melancholy for what was and what might have been.














