It’s a familiar story: Girl meets boy. She, who does not know herself well yet, finds his performed confidence, and the rudeness masked as honesty, attractive. His emotional distance is alluring. They fall into lust, although she pines for love. He gets bored, restless, or something like that. She grows antsy. The relationship dissolves.
, directed by Harry Wootliff , tries to reflect the emotional core of this tumultuous story. It’s an intentionally jagged film, by which I mean the rocky patches and abrupt shifts, the odd dreams and uncanny fantasies are a commitment to the poetry of this intoxicating romantic experience.
ps9714 Adding Ruth Wilson to any production automatically makes it better.