Some weeks ago, I chanced upon a strange and sublime film on Netflix, by accident. I had never heard of it and had no idea what it was about. I decided to sample it for a few minutes and never took my eyes off it. Directed by Rebecca Miller, She Came To Me is a love story of sorts, or perhaps, more accurately, a story of love featuring an unexpected cast of characters. 

Peter Dinklage plays an opera composer who is going through a terrible creative block. He has married his one-time shrink, Anne Hathaway, who is obsessed with cleaning and longs to be a nun. Morose and moody, Dinklage is sent off by his psychiatrist  wife on a walk to clear his head-clouds. He encounters Marisa Tomei, a tug-boat captain, in a bar. She confesses she is a recovering love addict. Nevertheless a hook-up ensues on the tug-boat, after which we understand that Tomei is recovering, not recovered. Dinklage makes haste to leave, falls into the water and whoosh! His creative block is gone, as an entire new opera passes before his eyes.