Watched again and cried (again?) tears of recognition of a grandma who was spunky, observant, loving. This film tribute to the filmmaker's real Grandma Nai depicts queer joy amidst a society expecting men and women to act certain ways and be married by 29.

Grandma Nai disdains her daughter's greed for wealth and status, but clearly has a soft spot for her grandson Meng. She and her fellow ghost friend hitch a ride after tomb sweeping day to a karaoke…

Ooooh, I really liked this. It brought me to near tears. The film within a film (within a film?) is a clever way to address what we wish our parents would say to us and what we could say back to them. Rewriting the interactions and the outcomes for an entirely different narrative.

The "filmmaker" character and her mother talk around the real things on their hearts and minds and before you know it, perfectly good soup is being dumped…