This works better as a reflection on new media's sense of false intimacy and real displacement (see Google Street View, Google Maps, Facetime, Skype, texting) than anything else. Besides, the idea that in Neoliberal America an artist would get an all-expenses-paid, full one-year residency to make art is pure science fiction. These things only happen in Europe. America is the place where artists go to die.
Honest and straight forward. This film is probably the closest portrayal of a long distance relationship in real life. This film has strengthen my discomfort about video call: we can see each other, but we are not together. It is still a weird concept for me. In addition, I like the scene where Sergi struggles to pour his emotions and anxiety about Alex in the form of an e-mail.
Long distance relationships are a euphemism for psychological torture. Some have the capacity to make such things work, but they would be the exception that disproves the rule. This film has an emotional intelligence in depicting increasing disconnection and attempts to heal the bruises of love fraying at the seams.
Long takes are paradoxical for me. The theory is the longer you hold on to a take, the more invested the audience becomes in the story. This film begins with a 20 minute single take but I found myself getting distracted because I was anticipating when they were was going to be a cut and how will the rest of the story hold up after setting such an expectation.