God with us, in the breeze.
God with us, in the streams.
God with us, in our longing.
God with us, in our laughter.
God with us, in our tears.
God with us, in our confusion.
This film is on spiritual levels matched only by films in the ranking of Silence and First Reformed, namely in talking about conviction, loneliness, and toil.
Truly heartbreaking and heart-opening.
It’s like when you finally get a day to sleep in and you wake up, and everything seems so peaceful. You decide to sleep some more. You go in and out of dreams. You dream about that particularly blissful summer when you were a kid; the shimmer of the pool, your weightless hair swaying underwater.
You glance at what time it is on your phone, decide you don’t want to ruin the moment by picking it up. You stare without…
Oh this was a flop for me.
A lot of people saying this was similar to a Hallmark movie, but I almost wished it leaned into its Hallmark-ness more. It would’ve been more likable. Currently it tries to be salacious, but the sensuality is entirely minimal. It tries to be cheeky, but its too self-important for you to laugh. It tries to be cinematic with these glowing underwater shots but it’s soon followed by some terribly unbelievable green screen shots.…
Patient, complicated—as most of life often is.
The film really explores the core of what it means to long for something (or someone) that's gone and the attempt to hold onto any shred of existence that may entrench you deeper into the manifest memory of them.
(Seen at the Florida Film Festival 2018).
Florida Film Festival 2021: Short #22
Something about the way the "progressive" dad interacted with his trans son—and was still so off-the-mark—really got me. It's often this way in life: well-intentioned people doing well-intentioned things that absolutely destroy our world, and the perpetrators are none the wiser.
Fantastically written and directed.
