From a young age, the film stuck in my mind as undyingly sympathetic, and upon my revisiting it recently, I love it more than ever as not only the purest demonstration of Lynch’s ability to thrive within the studio system, but also the directorial attention to his own idiosyncratic way of loving the people of the world around him.

Ultimately, whilst its premise is much stronger than its humdrum execution, One Life succeeds in reminding us of the inherent goodness of ordinary people.

At its most essential, the film is a story of a young Jewish boy who befriends a Black boy, and the confusing strata of privilege and injustices that come to define his place in late-20th-Century America.