Seemingly fused together with salt spray and sunlight, Alamar floats and bobs along with the rhythms of the surf as two men and a boy fish, prepare food, eat, sleep, work, and talk (barely) in a Mayan fishing community on the shores of the Mexican Caribbean. Seagulls flap inches from their heads, crabs and turtles scurry along the beach, sunsets and sunrises come and go, tides rise and fall—and a father, son, and grandfather watch the summer go by. If it sounds simple, it is, but such is the beauty of a film that casually draws together nature and man, documentary and fiction, as if the art of moviemaking were the most innate, heartfelt act in the world. Director Pedro González-Rubio says, “I was inspired by the simplicity of happiness.”