“It will be the same as before? It's gonna be okay. The film refers to the style of “art house”. After all, for some reason everything that is associated with ordinary life: grief, fatigue, father-child relationships, jealousy, creativity, the loss of a loved one, abandoned love, tears, loneliness, betrayal - we call extra-frame cinema.
And it should be seen by everyone.
An 18 year old boy ends his life by suicide. He was beautiful, kind, funny, funny, talented, sports, disciplined, grew up in a good family, did not need material goods. Why? No, that's not the question to ask - then it would be a simple detective story.
How is his family coping with the loss? This is the plot of the film.
A heartbroken mom orders a portrait of her children to an artist who is known for painting dead people.
"Are you talking to them?" Sometimes. Togdp talk to my son.
She is a modern stylist, designer, goes into work with her head, sits for a long time in the room that used to belong to her son, and often looks at the gate through which he left to shoot himself.
The father writes a book, successfully presents it and shows interest in another woman, and eventually moves out of the house.
"Did we all feel good together?"
Big sister Lily. It is through her that we spin the whole thread of events. She's also beautiful, talented. He studies at art school: dances, sings, plays the piano. She feels deprived in the love of her parents, the ghost of her brother constantly haunts her. Smoking, entertaining, inattentive to study, loses the main role, falls in love and is abandoned.
The idea with the picture at first outrages, but in the end, it is she who saves Lily in her grief.
"I'm a theater bitch!"
The artist Max lives alone, outside the city, in his own studio.
"Why are you single?"
No one is breaking into my door.
He had a family, a wife and a son, but by being carried away by another man who becomes too much in his life, he loses everything. When he dies of drugs, Max is left with only his portrait. Interestingly, it hangs on the opposite side of another painting, which depicts the artist’s son, turned back.
There are many collective images in the film.
I really liked the inclusion of memories: first we hear a descriptive text, and then we are given a picture of it, which allows you to compare your image with the present.
Or, for example, an artist takes pictures and then draws with a pencil: a photo is what gives a real picture, a drawing is how eyes and hands see.
At the end of the film came tears: Lily dances fiercely, aggressively, exhausting herself to the limit, and the mother, sneaking through the bowl of the forest, strokes the tree where her son was found, and cries.
It's worth watching and calling your parents.