We Were Wolves director Jordan Canning’s second feature survives a couple of overdetermined comic sequences to emerge as an amiable portrait of two friends on a grief bender.

Straight-arrow Faye, a teacher-in-training, seems to be handling the death of her ex-boyfriend, Garrett, a little better than his permanently wasted sister, Ronnie. They go to Invermere, B.C., together, ostensibly to dry Ronnie out with crafting exercises and other twee teacher-in-training bullshit, but she’s already traded boob-flashes for road beers before they hit the worst bar in town. Erin Margurite Carter and Grace Glowicki have a lot of fun with the rhythms of this asymmetrical friendship, which could have left them stranded with cutout characters but instead melts into something a little deeper and more honest—random conversations about pube colour, and so forth—as it goes on.