What do you do when you lose something you’ve built your entire life around? How do you return to life when their ghost is everywhere, in the belongings, fingerprinted on the doors? These are questions posed in John Cameron Mitchell’s Rabbit Hole, a slow moving, quiet, but deeply emotional, memorable film about a couple (Nicole Kidman and Aaron Eckhart) dealing with the loss of their young son. Stylistically, it’s unremarkable, feeling like a Lifetime movie at times, the nature of the accident oddly played to be a mystery when its reveal is rather anticlimactic, not needed to be played as such. Where it excels though is the understated performances, aided by Mitchell (Hedwig and the Angry Inch)’s unintrusive direction. Kidman in the role of Becca is a fragile ball of awkward humour (which only serves to make the film more tragic) and anger that you just want to console, and Eckhart is purely devastating. It’s an incredibly difficult watch, one where tears are just an instant away for the entire duration, because of the authenticity of the actors, the complete lack of melodramatics, inherent in so many films like this. It’s indescribably heartwrenching, haunting, unnerving, and incredibly authentically moving.