Marc (Levy) loses his writer husband Oliver (a charming Luke Evans) to a sudden car accident, and his world collapses along with it. You see, Marc’s identity, of late, was being the famous writer Oliver’s husband. Marc had no problems with the tag – he was content with being known as that.

After his loss, though, Marc loses his sense of self. He doesn’t know what or who he is, anymore. And in a bid to rediscover himself, he goes to Paris with his two best friends, Sophie (Ruth Negga) and Thomas (Himesh Patel). The three friends discover things about each other, and themselves, while traversing the picture perfect bylanes of Paris. Old feelings simmer up, pent up emotions show up at the wrongest of times. But hey, it happens at a bridge in Paris, or outside the Eiffel Tower, so we’re not complaining.

Daniel Levy, who also has writer credits, has written the script with a refreshing light heartedness. Even when things are grim, there’s an underlying humor to it. No matter what the situation, you almost expect something hilarious will show up, to pop the tension. And it’s been done really well! Such movies have a tendency to fall into the trap of being too existential or too philosophical. The good thing about Good Grief is that it never takes itself too seriously, without making a mockery of something as serious as death, moving on from it. The thin line has been treaded beautifully.

Levy clearly has a penchant for writing oddball characters with funny quirks, and he does so here as well. Good Grief, as a movie, is the answer to the question – what if a major character died in Schitt’s Creek? And it has been answered in a wholesome way.