Luckily, as the review format in this newspaper is set up, those of us who write them do not have to detail in the listing which genre the film we are reviewing belongs to. If that were not the case, with films like Blue heron we would have a hard time. What a cunningly strange and indefinable film. What exactly is this debut by the Canadian Sophy Romvari? It begins looking like intimate and impressionistic indie cinema, continues by introducing quasi-documentary and essayistic elements, and the narrative ends up folding in on itself in a narrative device almost like fantasy cinema that unites past and present within the same images.