Sofia’s review published on Letterboxd:
It is a restless moment. She has kept her head lowered… to give him a chance to come closer. But he could not, for lack of courage. She turns and walks away.
Pervasive wafting of cigarette smoke, fleeting touch of clasped hands, beautifully embroidered silk dresses; all steeped in a golden red hue, saturated with unrealised desire, the misery of words left unspoken. Here unfolds a sequence of a love— tender, though transient, intimate, though shadowed by a cold loneliness. Conversations with the backs of heads amplify the sense of alienation, the inability to communicate, the struggle to connect. Steeped in this insurmountable loneliness, haunted by disintegrating love, two souls luxuriate in small moments of connection, though strain against the internal cries of immorality, unable to consummate what they both yearn for, though feel is deeply wrong. Both are enslaved by a dissolving love, despairing in their unfulfilled desire, finding fleeting solace in their moments of connection, longing for what perhaps may forever remain unrealised.
The past is something he could see, but not touch... and everything he sees is blurred and indistinct.