Roma lives and breathes. It's one of those rare pictures that lets you piggyback a character's life - through the mundane, the extraordinary, and the soul-crushing.

For me, it didn't quite reach the catharsis I've heard so much about, and the first half is slightly too uninvolving - but by the end something about Cuaron's portrait felt totally at peace with itself. The film doesn't set out to prove anything, and it's not reaching for any kind of revelation, it's just plain and simple life.