Only Human

The scouts

This is exactly the kind of film that gets programmed into a thousand festivals as the 'important' family drama — and Felix would skip it. The father-daughter confrontation is competent but feels predetermined, hitting every expected beat of the reconciliation-or-rupture binary without finding anything genuinely strange in the premise.

Maramara demonstrates considerable formal control in the spatial staging of emotional distance, and the film sits comfortably within a lineage of diaspora coming-of-age work that prizes restraint over catharsis—a lineage worth defending, even if Only Human doesn't quite find its own voice within it.

The specificity lives in how Maramara holds silence: there's a particular editing rhythm that lets pauses breathe without becoming maudlin, and a single moment where the daughter's face catches the light while listening to her father that does more work than any confrontation scene could—that's the film.