A Brother and 7 Siblings

Call Me Dunham

This film feels warm, exhausting, and quietly hits you—especially if you’re part of the sandwich generation. Moko is basically forced to become the backbone for five nephews, one naive person, and one absolute jerk who constantly raises your blood pressure. Life is brutal, and this film doesn’t try to sugarcoat it into something fake and sweet. Visually? It’s beautiful. The cinematography stays consistently calm and thoughtful; every frame feels intentional, not just “point and shoot.” The music also knows its place—it doesn’t force tears or sell cheap sadness. The emotions build slowly, but once they land, they stick. The pacing is slow, but patient—and thankfully, that patience pays off. The film knows when to stay quiet and when to strike. Freya, one of the relatively new actresses here, surprisingly works—her performance is solid and clearly elevated by Yandy’s direction, who really understands the rhythm and emotional pulse of the story. This isn’t a film that screams for you to cry. It’s the kind that slowly tightens your chest and makes you think, “damn… life really be like this, huh.”