The title’s cradle refers to a house, more specifically to a boat house, where the main characters of this story live. Anchored in a small marina, the three – a mother, a father and a teenage son – try to manage the small occurrences of a different routine from the usual, in a different life. The relationship between the mother and her child is disturbed when a group in a neighbouring boat invites the son to join a small party and he glimpses a piece of freedom. Through a full of sensitivity look, reflected in the time that the film devotes to the small gestures, this is a melancholy lull over the passage of time and about growth. (JA)