Snow surprised me. Totally. I love this kind of first person narrative, intimate, unclear but full of details, with a wise usage of images and sounds that follows the same gloomy path. You know when your mind wanders through your past memories in a reflective way? Here it is, portrayed. Oh, and it's snowing.
Even if the visual motif is underwhelming the narration is first rate. The narrator remembers a car trip with his mother after his father's death and a wrong turn made. There is some unspoken trauma underlying that remembering may uncover or the tale is just a way of masking the truth. Well done.
10 minutes monologue-confession & clever suspense for a family drama on a snowflakes background. Images, editing, music and voice-off remarkable ! === Monologue-confession & suspense habile de 10 min dans une tempête de neige, sur fond de flocons et d'un mystère familial. Images, montage, musique & lecture remarquables !
Snow finds a way to create a fresh sensation to its narration style. Feeling more like a guided meditation than a recounted tale. The film is clever and the imagery is lovely. The story does not have any tremendous breakthroughs, though the fact that it is understated was what is so appealing to the film. A deft touch left me savoring the film. It knew exactly how long it needed to say what it had to say.