In an attempt to get rid of everything related to her failure marriage, Beatrice, a young beautiful and smart woman, who has a teenage son, Elliot, who after the end of her marriage, goes to sell their holiday house in France with her son, the thing that brings terrible for them, as both, fall for the same handsome guy.
While theatre director Andrew Steggall's debut feature is beautifully shot, and the landscapes of southern France accentuate the elegiac tone, the drama is overwrought at times.
This is water colour territory, the palette dominated by blues and greens - beautifully captured by up-and-coming DoP Brian Fawcett - Jools Scott's music subtly affecting and the mood as melancholy as rain running down a window pane.
Finbar Lynch is affectingly spiky as the all-but-absent husband whose presence feels more like a void, but Stevenson steals the show as the woman on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
A little languorous in places, it's nonetheless an interesting reflection on love, loss and being honest, above all with yourself. It also looks lovely thanks to DoP Brian Fawcett.
Delicately handled and beautifully filmed Departure also boasts two deeply felt performances with Juliet Stevenson making the most of an all-too-rare leading role.
The dynamics are given plenty of time to play out in this delicate, somewhat laboured character drama, which could almost be seen as a hymn to the great British art of not really talking about stuff.
