I wasn’t sure where this was going to go. It‘s a simple conversation. An honest one. Neither interlocutor appears to be hiding anything. Yet the tension soars from the start and lingers after the final fade. My imagination got ahead of itself but I watch horror movies. This is a tale of suppression: of sexuality, of emotion, of history… of a life. The irony of the honesty is that the conversation is about constructing an eternal lie – the fabrication of a fabrication. The characterizations are subtle, there is no melodrama. A gently brutal examination of love and grief.
I wasn’t sure where this was going to go. It‘s a simple conversation. An honest one. Neither interlocutor appears to be hiding anything. Yet the tension soars from the start and lingers after the final fade. My imagination got ahead of itself but I watch horror movies. This is a tale of suppression: of sexuality, of emotion, of history… of a life. The irony of the honesty is that the conversation is about constructing an eternal lie – the fabrication of a fabrication. The characterizations are subtle, there is no melodrama. A gently brutal examination of love and grief.