A short film; more of a half-remembered dreamscape.
A feeling that you just can’t shake throughout the day, leaving you with a sense of foreboding for the coming of a new night.
The glimpse out of the corner of your eye, the movement in the shadows. Just out of reach, like every yesterday; but as tangible and familiar as the taste of blood from a bitten tongue.
An ancient incantation, a call to arms.
A swooning, balletic and menacing opus to the power of memory, the ambiguous search for meaning…
and the triumph of hope?
Curzon Cinemas
*All shot on Super 8mm.
