Two ancient palms had once grown in his own front garden, but four years ago Nava had insisted that they be cut down, because the swish of their fronds against the bedroom window kept her awake at night and filled her with sorrow.
It forestalls impatient souls, upset at the prospect of missed connections and lost hotel bookings, being kept fretfully awake when they would be far better off dozing away such temporal qualms.
In short, the movie, written by Matthew Michael Carnahan and directed by Redford, has all the indignation of a wake-up call but no clear idea as to what we should be doing once awake.