A brief, dialogue-less short about two boys who meet, love, break up, in the subway. The running NYC subway, like Democritus' river, provides a complete yet very simple image of fluidity. Everything is done through facial expressions. In Varpness' case, very beautiful facial expressions.
In a brief few minutes, Brunskill etches in the poignancy, perplexing quality and impermanence of everything save heartache. No fireworks or cant. It's like a haiku.
It is stated here that Mr Brunskill intends to expand this short into a full feature. It will be interesting to see how this will be done, considering the admirable economy with which this short intimates the basic point.
In a brief few minutes, Brunskill etches in the poignancy, perplexing quality and impermanence of everything save heartache. No fireworks or cant. It's like a haiku.
It is stated here that Mr Brunskill intends to expand this short into a full feature. It will be interesting to see how this will be done, considering the admirable economy with which this short intimates the basic point.