Film

Shit Year

Name: Shit Year
Genre: Drama
Released: 2010
Cast: Ellen Barkin, Luke Grimes, Bob Einstein, Theresa Randle, Melora Walters

Drama

A retired actress retreats to the hills seeking peace, only to discover that her identity was entirely bound up in performance. When construction noise and an unlikely friendship intrude on her solitude, she confronts the hollow silence she's been running from. It's a quiet, bruising portrait of reinvention that refuses easy comfort.

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