Without fireworks and tinsels Woe walks across the sky,
Woe is floating in the sky.
Not in autumn words,
He calls the bird black.
I have come to you, my dear.
I came to you to say:
"Not separation, not nettle"
I will decorate your light.
“West of the Sunshine” is the name of the film from Australia.
It would seem quite passable, unattractive picture presented to the audience. The heaviness from the first frames is in the faces of the heroes, in the problems voiced. The slick, the glossy, the haircut is not about them. It's not about here. However, behind the gray unsightlyness of the unfolding events is the metaphorical nature of human life. Each of us lives. And this is what begins to emerge gradually with a careful look at the frames of the plot.
Being level is below all criticism. If not the social bottom, then definitely one of the closest circles to us in familiarization. The courier delivery service echoes the realities of Jim's existence. He's definitely a loser who hasn't found his place in the sun. It's a pittance package job. Box over there, box over here. Get it, sign it. Route through the statement form space. Longing and boredom. The family boat has long since leaked and a ten- or twelve-year-old son is left in the inheritance. Taking him away from his ex-wife this morning, entertaining the offspring with his workdays. Communication is not built, relationships are not danced. Gravity. Bristles, bruising, fatigue in the eyes complement the overall still life portrait. Piquant sauce for served dishes - the barking of the boss, the phone "hit" of the lender. Hopeless point r What else can you say?
But among the general stream of clouds, no, no, and “passes” a ray of the sun. Luck falls on his shoulders. The flames of the fire are burning. Is it over? Is it past? Has he finally found peace? I guess. Maybe. Although... in our world...
And all the further reversal of the dynamics of the narrative by a series of compromises with oneself.
The author masterfully polishes the backyards of the metropolis and the associative series with a response to what is happening. Each of us has the right to choose despite the tightening of the throat of the hoops of circumstances. And the evaluation with the auction for the car is about that. Haircut - parting with the grief of being. Rubik’s cube is the variability of further steps. Explanations on the "claim" with boogays - choosing a path without "lie low." The last shots - and you understand, behind the blackness of the wretched plot, thought breaks through. On the eternal wandering of man in this strange and strange world.
A certain bitterness in the eyes of Dame Hill's character. He's thumped. Right?
In 2018, he passed away. He is no longer with us.
6 out of 10