30 hand picked films. A new one every day
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.
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.
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.