At dawn, a man watches the horizon as he stands near his wooden house that dominates the landscape. After a few moments, he goes back into his simple dwelling and a short while later a small funeral procession emerges. But the man doesn’t take part in it and remains alone, staring into the emptiness before him. –Torino Film Festival
In the same spirit as Noche Adentro, I Hear Your Scream is stripped for dialogue. This is pure cinema if one could use that term, just field-recordings and an one-shot mise en scène. Great use of silhuettes. Left me with a poetic openess in mind. I am happy to have discovered Pablo Lamar.