A young boy's parents separate and before his mother whisks him off to Rome, he spends a few weeks with his father, fishing off the Banco Chinchorro reef in the Mexican Caribbean. That's all the "plot" there is, it's covered in the first 5 or 6 minutes. But sometimes all a movie needs to do is transport you to another place and mood, and this one does that wonderfully. The details of their sea-going life are presented slowly but gently, not laboriously. The relationships between father and son, grandfather and father, man and nature are beautiful. It's a serene, inviting existence. A recurring "character" is a small white egret who, in a series of captivating scenes, is harmoniously assimilated into their routine. They care for it together. By the end, without any grand revelations, we feel that Natan has learned something valuable about the gifts life has to give, and will carry that -- and peaceful memories of his father -- with him for the rest of his days. Lovely stuff.