He ran after her, he hoped, he believed and waited, but when he decided to meet her, he lost her. The debut short film by Maria Fedorova and Nikita Vishnevsky is filled with urban sentimentality, which looks sluggish, tortured, banal, although it claims mercy. Only a few frames seem cute; otherwise, watching the hero’s attempts to give the girl a lost phone is a little torture of time, deliberately trying to hit emotions with music and the most silent display of romance in the history of short films.
Here's a girl drawing something on a park bench, and a guy listening to a player and watching her. She gets up and leaves, forgetting her phone. It has no compositions, so the guy decides to return it (very noblely). But instead of returning soon, he spends an hour maniacally following her, watching her, gradually falling in love. The girl is so beautiful, unusual, airy!
Everything would be too uninventive if the directors did not become overnight the main "kyfolk" of the increased sympathy of the hero, which we witness in the finale. Of course, let’s stick here for ages and centuries the morality erased by thousands of plots – oh, young Romeo, do not lose your love, do not follow prejudice. Fedorova and Vishnevsky proved to be just another inept romantic, trying to make something unusual out of a standard life situation, but in general their first experience looks uncertain.
3 out of 10