Is grief the cinematic inverse of disaster? Since 9/11 both of these topics have become fertile ground for cinema. On one end you have films like Man of Steel and Star Trek Into Darkness which traffic in the iconography of that fateful day without speaking much to the underlying causes and/or aftermath. On the other end you have films like this, The Babadook and Rabbit Hole which dwell in the unending pain and uncertainty which follows such a catastrophic loss. Neither type of film really supplies any answers. But at least the grief films feel more honest. Few of these films get more honest than the very final reveal of this film. It's pretty powerful stuff.