This movie is a strange dream that follows a hazy logic, tempo, and visual language. The story follows a dream logic that makes an emotional sense, but doesn't translate to normalcy. The titular boat vanished from a Cornish fishing village 30 years ago, with its small crew all lost at sea. In modern day, the boat drifts into harbor crewless and worse for wear. The town is a dead end with an empty pub, dilapidated houses, a run-down harbor, and a small population sleepwalking through gloomy days. The boat's owner fixes it up and finds a crew of two locals to get back into business. When they return from their fishing trip, they find themselves transported back 30 years, and the village recognizes them as the original crew. Most time travel movies love to show the differences: clothing styles, slang, out-of-date tech. Rose of Nevada's present day is devoid of obvious signifiers. No iPhones, flat-screen TVs. The acid-wash dad jeans, trainers, and T-shirt look the same in 1993 as they do in 2026. Instead, we are shocked by a bustling village. The pub is full, and the people lively. Is it a movie of better times? It isn't political. But it does tell what it feels like to know that the life that was possible 30 years ago will never be in reach for them today. One of the crew jumps at the opportunity to escape the present and have a chance at better times. The other wants to return to the present and his wife and child, facing the bleak facts that the future seems to be as inescapable as the past.