Céline Sciamma’s Petite Maman isn’t likely to gain much in the way of headlines during this fall festival season but that doesn’t it is to be missed. Petite Maman is simplistic by design. The end game of course is to focus our attention on the child’s experience of grief and the first time one has to exhibit some sort of empathy. The film is certainly a lovely experience and beautifully shot as well. Were there some weird choices made in the film, sure but that could just be the nature of Sciamma’s approach to the subject matter? Some might confuse this as being a bit cold but it’s as if this film is more a memory piece. Sometimes what we remember from our past isn’t always warm and fuzzy (this is especially true when discussing the death of your grandparent). A child who is like Nelly wouldn’t remember these moments with fondness, but she would however look warmly on her past friendship with Marion. Perhaps if this has been more than 70 minutes, some would have been more on board with this one. Time often allows for character development. We are however left with what we have. This was fine but would have trouble finding a broader audience.