On Estes Avenue, like any other avenue in any other neighborhood, it’s just another Sunday. The calm-voiced narrator leads us around the area, first to a mother at a church praying for her son who’s serving in Iraq. A little girl lies sideways on the grass, facing a squirrel, hoping that one day, the animals will speak to her and vice-versa. There’s more people here, punctuated by the connection of them referring to “God” in some way. These seem to be fine people, and there’s a good hold on the cinematography which makes it a common comfortable neighborhood, but that’s its only use. It does its best in showing that these people have some of the same problems we do, the same wishes, the same wonders maybe, but having us relate to them isn’t always enough.
