Through a series of interviews and enactments we learn the story of Nico and Amalio, two children who lost a friend while climbing a mountain. Documentary and fiction seamlessly merge creating a hybrid, poetic film.
Melancholic and ritualistic sum this short up for me. I enjoy how Pereda (or his subjects) toy with the fuzziness of memory. Esp the part where the kids can't remember when was the last time they saw their dad made me think of how much authority we give to "the talking head" on the screen. When the foreground kid first said "5 years," I took it as truth. Turns out it really wasn't. These are my first impressions
I turned it off after a couple of minutes. I couldn't work out what it was about, the scenes were too long, there was no explanation - and then I decided that I don't want to watch a film about superstitious people mistreating a chicken.