They are his three daughters, but not all of them by blood. He is Vincent (Jay O. Sanders), and cancer is killing him. Unlikely to last the next few weeks, the daughters have decided to stay at their old family apartment in New York City to oversee his hospice care.

Katie (Carrie Coon), a Brooklynite, is fidgety, high-strung, and needs control in order to function. She talks in run-on sentences and suspects that her teenage daughter is on a personal mission to destroy her mental well-being, on top of the current situation’s stress. Christina (Elizabeth Olsen) is kind, but a little spaced out, and a mother, too, who has left her small family halfway across the country to care for her dad. Rachel (Natasha Lyonne) is something of a layabout, childless and seemingly doing nothing in her spare time except sports betting and smoking pot—but she has lived with Vincent long-term, and was the only daughter overseeing his care before Katie and Christina moved in.

This film is not only about death—its long process of bereavement, its morbid technicalities—and daughterhood, but also about how three daughters, through death, learn to become sisters. […]