It's time to get back to basics.

Part exposé of an endemic form of corruption, part examination of the dysfunctional relationship between a strong-willed mother and her estranged son, Child's Pose demonstrates once again that you don't have to raise the volume level to stir the soul.

The teacher's story about having a bad day and coming to yoga to let it all go, hits me hard. I'm leaned over in a sideways pretzel position about to pop, and I feel sad. I don't know if it's my dirty shirt, my shaking legs, or the government shutdown, but I start to cry too.

Only Lovers Left Alive certainly takes its sweet old time getting to where its going -- which, is really nowhere in particular. This is one of those movies that, even as I sit here typing, I am still trying to like it more than I actually did.