Roots in the ground, a closed door. A flashlight goes off, I keep
walking. Who is who in this game of silences? The absence of words
does not matter. Narrative will find its way to emerge.
This is no longer just my story. Images opened to be inhabited.
A shelf full of books, an unmade bed. The mist comes off the volcano.
I touched the matter and turned away. I unfolded. I wandered on the
periphery. I got lost in spaces that tricked me because they belonged
to their time. The story was diluted as it permeated all images.
A father and a son lost their own names.
Who is who in this reunion of glances?
Dir. Ilan Serruya - 65min - 2018 - Argentina
"beyond the fog that sometimes invades the horizon, Serruya uses the cinema as a topographical tool." - Mula Blanca