One November day in the countryside a young boy is afraid to go into his house. He waits for his mother to join him in the garden.
A single fixed shot, where the work of sound in/off and the actors movements in space-frame make us realize a hidden violence, rather noticeable by the sound dimension that reveals what is out-of-sight. Admirable narrative exactitude.
Every now and again emotions cannot be conveyed faithfully in narrative or drama, sometimes only in poetry can such seemingly mundane sentiments be truly realised.