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Since Otar Left
This story takes place primarily in former Soviet Georgia, with three generations of women making adaptations for what each believes the others need. When the daughter's brother dies, the daughter and grand-daughter continue to write "his" letters so his mother won't know. They have trouble replacing the money he sent home (this is where we're shown the poverty of this area) and begin to sell things from the house. The grandmother realizes the money problems and sells all the books to get three tickets to Paris, to see her son. Her daughter & grand-daughter are not able to bring themselves to tell her the son is dead. There are many revelations in Paris and each woman adapts.
I liked this, although parts of it are sad. I had a situation like this in my family (my mother died when her mother was starting into dementia and it was decided not to tell my grandmother that my mother had died) and fortunately, it wasn't a movie so there weren't nearly the same number of complications.
The sets and costumes are enlightening.