Small films like small books depend on one or two core elements to get it right because there's neither room nor budget for more. Writers make decisions. Producers make more decisions, and everything's in service to getting it done, getting it on the page, putting it up on the screen, and then hoping like hell the whole is greater than the sum of the parts.

The usual term for such works is intimate, but usually what's meant by that is "personal." Personal films, though, are often in-your- face dramatic (or comedic) pieces depending in shock, or arcana or attitude to interest the viewer. If one intends intimate, then a lot of meaning and insight will be between the lines. Intimacy is rarely explicit, but rather reflected in the immediate comprehension of what's signified but not spoken. Often there's not much explosion, if any (though there will be dramatic pivot points). Michael Maren's film "A Short History of Decay" is a small, intimate film wholly dependent upon the relationships between the four main characters, a procrastinating ne'er-do-well younger brother (Bryan Greenberg),his older, more successful brother (Benjamin King),and their ailing parents,, a father (Harris Yulin) stricken by stroke but still competent, and a mother (Linda Lavin) disappearing into the wispy vapors of dementia (Alzheimer's) to drive the film.

Indeed, the plot, as little as there is of it, is absurdly simple. The father suffers a stroke, and the two brothers end up in Florida trying to cope with what's an impossible situation: their father's rapidly declining health and their mother's descent into dementia "We're losing," the father says. He's right. The two sons hang out for a while. Small changes occur, but at the end of the film, Big brother goes back to his family, and Little brother stays on. That's it. If you're looking for special effects and loud noises, this is not that film.

"Decay," though, is worth whatever effort one has to exert to see it. The actors feast on Michael Maren's words, their characters plumping and prospering as Maren's dialogue lights up the complex connections, letting the audience understand changes which are percolating even as the characters in the film don't yet have a clue about it. Ultimately, at least in my view, it's the brothers who are central, the absolute one core element that has to work or the film falls to pieces.

It works. In spades. The two brothers contain everything about the family worth understanding. I suspect Lavin and Yulin as the parents will garner the most attention, but watch Greenberg and King go to work here. The brothers are the product of their parents' lives, and each is facing a difficult stretch that strains the static way they'd previously the family as a unit, and their own place in the cosmos. The dialogue sings of underlying affection salted with genuine anger, bitterness and jealousy, yet leavened by commitment to their parents. Filmgoers won't get many chances in their lifetime to see relationships as beautifully drawn as this. It's worth the price of admission alone. I've no idea how this film will percolate out into theaters elsewhere, but right now it's at The Village East Cinema in New York City, 189 2nd avenue (11th & 12th streets).

Watching the movie does not make one feel that they are viewing a make believe world. The director has successfully narrated the story while keeping it both realistic as well as comical. The acting of all actors is excellent. In fact getting in non-blockbuster stars has worked to the advantage of the movie as one feels more relatable to the characters and situation. Waiting for future work by this director.

The theme of aging parents, Alzheimers and other diseases has been literally done to death. This movie wastes a lot of opportunities to be different but just seems to wither away midway through the film....and ultimately die. It makes one wonder was what the point of rehashing this theme yet again! To put it simply.....it just doesn't work!