This fully realised little film, from the northern part of Ireland, is a model of strange beauty.
Lexie is too young to heed her widower father's admonition of joy - 'we don't dance' and undertakes Irish dancing despite being from the wrong side of the sectarian divide. By application, by innocence, by sheer exuberance she draws her father into step with her, dancing him across the divide into a region of beautiful and cathartic grief.
For a moment this film turned the head of the peace process in Northern Ireland, and made a difference. That makes it unique and valuable. It's a bad treaty that doesn't take into account such an act of union as this.
Lexie is too young to heed her widower father's admonition of joy - 'we don't dance' and undertakes Irish dancing despite being from the wrong side of the sectarian divide. By application, by innocence, by sheer exuberance she draws her father into step with her, dancing him across the divide into a region of beautiful and cathartic grief.
For a moment this film turned the head of the peace process in Northern Ireland, and made a difference. That makes it unique and valuable. It's a bad treaty that doesn't take into account such an act of union as this.
