Probably the best compliment I can bestow Manchester by the Sea is the beautiful, realistic way it captures the absurdity of grief and mourning—the painful monotony, the crippling moments from the strangest triggers, the anger and frustration. The script with its non-linear, sometimes jolting jumps keeps the viewer captured, even with the slow pace which sometimes nears dragging, but never crosses over. And Casey Affleck (despite my personal qualms of him as a person) gives a great nuanced, internalized performance, putting so much in the small movements to capitalize on this film’s emphasis on the little and not the big.