This movie is a strange dream that follows a hazy logic, tempo, and visual language. The story's follows a dream logic that makes an emotional sense, but doesn't translate to normalacy. The titular boat vanished from a cornish finshing village 30 years ago, with it's 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, delapidated houses, a run down harbor and a small population sleep walking 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 orginal 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 Most time travel movies love to show the differences: clothing styles, slang, out of date tech.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 oppertunity 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 inescabale as the past.