The title sounds like a breezy morning in the garden, not a film about death and the mess it leaves behind. And for a while it looks that way: glossy, tasteful, softly lit — like a well known department store advert that won’t end.
Goodbye June does get one thing right: grief has no handbook, and people cope in clashing ways. Early on, the humour in the admin and awkward rituals lands because it feels observed. Then the film leans harder on melodrama, and the siblings start to read like roles: the career high-flyer, the resentful younger one, the airy absentee, the youngest stuck in adolescence. You can sense the family-gathering template of A Christmas Tale, but without the same prickly specificity.
Kate Winslet directs with real confidence. I just wish the script gave the cast more room. Tim Spall and Johnny Flynn have the most interesting father–son thread, and it’s rationed into brief set-pieces.