There’s a bracing directness with which Tim Ellrich approaches the demands and guilt within caregiving in his narrative feature debut, “In My Parents’ House”. The central character, the middle-aged Holle (Jenny Schily), is caught at a crossroads. When her mother has a fall and is hospitalized, Holle cannot but keep going back to her parent’s house. Her siblings have rowed past years ago, reflecting little or no concern for either the parents or their brother, Sven (Jens Brock).

Detachment doesn’t come easy to her. She invests deeply in care and unfailing attention only to be pushed away and barely acknowledged. It seems a thankless pursuit yet one which has got a vice-like grip on her. Receding from it might be emotionally healthier than flailing to rescue the family. What does she hope for in tightly holding onto what in return offers her only grief and rejection? Guilt tails her.