For any fans of Sokurov this film will give you a lot of what you expect. Ponderous steady cam, breathy speech (and very little of it), a very slim plot and lots of unfinished thoughts, all left flying about like leaves in the wind.
The wind itself has as strong presence in this film, bashing around the protagonist as he carries his dying mother to her final resting place. When not walking the two stop to exchange fragmented memories and kisses, before inevitably getting up and heading off again.
If you like Tarkovsky, you'll more than likely be interested in this, but it's hard going even for the most dedicated world cinema fan.
75 minutes of a man carrying his dying mother across windy countryside is not exactly everyone's idea of a good night in, but if you can look beyond the surface of the film you'll find fertile ground for exploring familial relationships, how they tie into memory and the nature of loss.