And if you let it, Waves will wash over you—leaving you changed, salt-stung, and achingly alive.

Visually, the film is a stunner. Shot in a radical 1.85:1 aspect ratio with shifting color palettes (saturated warmth to cool, clinical clarity), the cinematography (by Drew Daniels) becomes a character in itself. The use of split-screen, slow-motion, and abrupt cuts doesn’t feel showy—it feels necessary, like the chaos of a breaking mind.

Waves is not an easy watch. It is a two-hour-and-fifteen-minute panic attack followed by a slow, painful breath. Some may find the tonal shift jarring; others may call it brilliant. What is undeniable is its emotional authenticity. This is a film about the families we break and the families that, somehow, keep loving us anyway. It asks for your patience, your tears, and your willingness to sit with discomfort.