The review

George Hardy's flock was not a hobby. He read to them at night, which is a picture of tending that children understand before they understand a parable. Then he is dead, and the sheep refuse the comfortable lie that their kind simply becomes weather. They go looking. A mystery that starts from grief, rather than from a puzzle box, is the right kind.

The film is being talked about as a family picture that will say mortality and still be funny. That is allowed when the laugh does not erase the man. Do not let anyone in the room treat the shepherd as a premise. He was the one who showed up. Ask, when it ends, who is still being tended.