Breathe In contains no surprises, but still gets points for its sustained mood (thwarted) and careful story mechanics. Plus, of course, the parted-lip glamour of Bright Young English Thing Felicity Jones (seen recently as the object of adulterous desire in The Invisible Woman). She plays English exchange student Sophie, the gasoline dumped on a smoldering familial pyre. Dad (Guy Pearce) is a frustrated musician - stranded in upstate New York, reduced to teaching high school. Sure, he subs with a NYC Symphony, and he's got an audition for a permanent chair, but he misses the days of living in the city and playing rock 'n roll, baby. Worse, his old lady (Amy Ryan) finds him and his dreams more than faintly ridiculous. But then, she would - she spends her time collecting and selling cookie jars. They've got a kid - a pretty but dangerously naive daughter (Mackenzie Davis) - but they're divided as to whether she has expanded or contracted the boundaries of life. The whole thing is filled to bursting with significant looks, significant words, and significant objects. When a man collapses a Jenga tower in the opening minutes, where do you suppose things are headed? (2013) — Matthew Lickona