Großmutters Haus

I am not quite sure what to make of this. A granddaughter rediscovers her long-lost grandmother, spends two weeks with her that are full of leisure, gardening and semi-philosophical discussions, and in the process finds herself reinvigorated with a new joy for life. Seems all perfectly fine, and the grandma is indeed a great character, with her successful weed business, her sexuality and general teasing nature. But there were lots of character and plot moments that felt too flimsy and were neither quirky (the random door labelled ‘centre of the universe'?) nor substantial in their message of mindfulness. Maybe the solution would have been to make the story longer and fill it with more strange characters and moments, because the few it had (the count, crawling on his knees) were quite fun.