Swooningly vivid and poignant reflections on a beautifully normal life, from the psychedelic colors of childhood, romance and self-discovery in early adulthood, the joys of parenthood, and the increasing mundanity and plodding routine of midlife. The constant image of an ascending lift accentuates the ineluctable passage of time, set to the heady ferocity of Shostakovich’s Jazz Suite No.2.
Incredible short using archival footage and dialectic editing to parse out the experience from birth to death. Raises Rosenblatt from interesting short form auteur to master of cinematic practice. One of the best shorts I've seen, and now on repeat. 96/100 - Masterful
This feels like a 12-year-old's meditation on the ephemeral nature of life. If this is how old age makes you see the world, the perspective is bleak indeed. If you usually find Rosenblatt's "lost footage" format enjoyable, then you most likely will not be disappointed by this short. Note to myself: at this point, I am not even sure why I keep molesting myself watching his "work".