I just got back from the premiere of this movie at the Berlinale. It's a little story about the friendship of man, Alex, who still can't forget a mysterious, traumatizing past, and an autistic woman, Linda (S. Weaver). The humanness of Alex, and the deep sadness of being aware of what happened, contrasts with the fairy-tale-like world of Linda, who seems to live with no consciousness for the past or the future, avoiding suffering and flying light in the world just like a snow flake. The performances of the actors, of Rickman in particular, are outstanding, and the characters are showed with intimacy and delicate attention to details. The close ups face Carrie- Anne Moss, a kind of (unrealistic) femme fatale in the middle of nowhere, gently whispering in dim light, are worth the ticket. But i didn't completely buy the script. Shouldn't it be more difficult for Alex to get into Linda's house? Shouldn't a man which such a traumatic past behave like an eighteenth century English gentleman? Morever, as far as I know about psychiatry, Linda is a mixture of mental disease stereotypes, more than an actual autistic. I gave 7, because I liked the effort of making of a tragic story a kind of hymn to life, sometimes even funny.