The film opens with the titular shoe shattering the glass of a window and landing in a second-floor room as the residents, a young mother and her little son, look on stoically. They don’t seem particularly concerned that their home has been assaulted with a projectile. But they do worry that the orphan shoe would bring them bad luck. They duly get rid of it, and that’s when the shoe’s meanderings and tribulations kick in. Shot with swift strokes in a strangely vivid neighborhood straddling the urban and rural, “Mikosh” is at turns a violent and delicate dance of redemption. By the time the story twists into its ironic finale, there emerges a whole new definition of the adage “if the shoe fits…” In her role as the (single) mother, Ofelia Zakarian is perhaps the organizing principle of the tale. It’s all in her dignified, knowing silence. And her determination to pick up the shattered pieces.