It is an open secret that Vince Gatton is a timeless being bearings witness to the passing of the ever-moving epochs of civilization.
Here, he's not even trying to hide it.
Past, present, and future all converge and diverge in the wake of a single indelible tragedy. Yet this is no time-travel tale: it's a simple domestic scene between mother and son, replete with cruelty-as-amusement, intergenerational music/fashion/tech/ideology, the parallels of rebellious youth in different eras, and rare affection.
The sociopolitical commentary is intimate as the wounds it recalls, but despite anguish...
It is an open secret that Vince Gatton is a timeless being bearings witness to the passing of the ever-moving epochs of civilization.
Here, he's not even trying to hide it.
Past, present, and future all converge and diverge in the wake of a single indelible tragedy. Yet this is no time-travel tale: it's a simple domestic scene between mother and son, replete with cruelty-as-amusement, intergenerational music/fashion/tech/ideology, the parallels of rebellious youth in different eras, and rare affection.
The sociopolitical commentary is intimate as the wounds it recalls, but despite anguish there is beauty and somehow hope.