This one lowers your heart rate. Thirty-odd minutes of handmade puppet animation where the biggest event is a kid turning her grandmother's house into a whole world, and it still leaves a mark. Cherry, the stuffed friend who talks only to Chieri, is the tell: you know exactly what he is, you know exactly what he's for, and the film never once mocks her for needing him. Watch how the new kids at grandma's place slowly crowd into the space Cherry used to fill, and how the movie refuses to call that a tragedy or a triumph. It's a film about the summer you stopped narrating your life to somebody invisible. If you had a Cherry, you'll feel the exact moment he starts getting quieter, and you'll hate how gently it's handled.
Chieri spends her days lost in imagination, accompanied by Cherry, an imaginary friend only she can see. When she visits her grandmother's house, Chieri encounters a group of local children who gradually become part of her world. What begins as solitary fantasy slowly transforms into something shared, as the boundary between Chieri's inner realm and reality grows increasingly blurred. The children accept Cherry's presence without question, treating the invisible companion as naturally as they treat each other. Together, they create moments that feel both magical and achingly real, building memories that challenge what it means to grow up and let others into the spaces we create inside ourselves. The film captures childhood wonder through a gentle lens, asking whether imagination becomes less valuable once we stop being alone with it. It's a quiet story about connection, about how the people we invent sometimes lead us to the people we need. For viewers who cherish stories about the strange alchemy between loneliness and belonging, this film offers something tender and genuine.