Love speaks its own language.
Mute since childhood, Holly Hunter finds herself adrift after being sold into marriage to Sam Neill.
Completing an unconventional love triangle is rascally retired sailor Harvey Keitel, while Anna Paquin, second-youngest person to win an Oscar, is her mother’s faithful companion.
The women communicate by sign language, while Hunter only truly comes alive when playing her piano.
Lush and mesmerizing, this is a throwback to when complicated, art house-style films were given a chance to hold their own at the theater on my own fairly remote island.
The ’90s — quite a time for film fans.