There are films with stories worth no more than a single line but magically imbibed with such an atmosphere of languid, pastoral charm that they tend to stay with you for long, long after. You know you’ve been witness to something unhurried yet timeless, gentle yet purposeful and ethereal yet undeniably concrete. These films work their magic, almost like the accident of a pleasant dream, wherein all the guardian stars of the project align themselves correctly and the end product…