A woman goes to buy a bra and reluctantly accepts help from on the fitters, an interaction by which the fitting assistant becomes one of the few to learn of a secret that the customer has been carrying.
There is a nice emotional core to this film and it plays out best in the first half where the two actresses work with less. Whether it be unexplained stress of one, or the moment of realization that takes one from chirpy to tearful, it is well done and the two leads play it out with few words but good direction. Curse be the writing then, because when the dialogue really starts, it offers less to the viewer. Too much is spelt out in big letters, and the limits of the actors becomes more apparent as both struggle to sound natural and real. It is a shame because it limits what it was doing, making it end a lesser film that it may otherwise have been.