Since Otar Left.
I watched this for my film class last week. It’s a French/Belgian film set in Georgia about a Grandmother whose daughter and granddaughter lie to her about the death of her son Otar. They forge letters from him so she won’t know he’s died, and this creates incredible tension and irony as the Grandmother keeps trying to get in touch with Otar in increasingly touching ways, culminating with a trip to go see him.
As you can see, the Grandmother (Eka) is one of the cutest old women that has ever existed, so your heart really breaks for her. This film also plays strongly on the divide between the three generations and there are some thought-provoking conversations between characters of traditional, modern, and post-modern ideologies.
Overall, I highly recommend it.