Feature Film
Logline
Trapped co-parenting with her almost ex-husband, a 40-year-old TV news anchor plunges into a chaotic midlife reinvention - navigating vulnerability, absurdity and sexuality - until an unexpected romance forces her to face what she’s truly been running away from: herself.
On the brink of divorce, Poppy, a 40-something TV news anchor, confronts the reality that midlife reinvention without self-truth is just another lie. Stuck living in suburbia with her almost ex-husband while co-parenting their young son, she escapes to New York, chasing a network job and sexual freedom after decades in a sexless marriage. What begins as liberation spirals into reckless behavior, a parenting crisis, and a public career collapse. An abstinent romance with fellow divorcé Mag offers hope for real intimacy as she launches a sex-positive podcast for women in midlife. When her dishonesty destroys the relationship, Poppy must finally embrace her most authentic self to earn a chance at lasting love, professional success and personal happiness in her second life.
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Filmmaker's Statement
I’m drawn to the moment when the life you’ve built no longer reflects who you are - and what happens when the structures that define us, like marriage, career, motherhood, quietly collapse, and there’s nothing underneath to catch us.
While The Space Between is born out of my personal experience, the story also stems from my fascination with how many women are taught to shape their identities around being chosen: by a partner, a role, a version of stability that looks right from the outside.
Once we, as women, blow up that structure, what’s left can feel less like freedom and more like discombobulation.
It’s a big, funny word but it fits because there are few clean edges to separation. That’s how mine was, and we remained friends despite having to co-parent our son under one roof while trying to untangle our 14-year marriage. The tension underneath the looks, the sighs, the forced smiles is both painful and absurd. There’s no clean break, just a slow unraveling in place.
I’m interested in the danger of that in-between space where the need to be seen becomes destabilizing and where the act of choosing yourself is both terrifying and empowering.
