A father of a small boy is forced to leave Iran. Part of the reason is his supposed appreciation of the music of Elvis Presley.
A father is ill and in hospital. His daughter wishes to visit him, but for some reason fells that she cannot take her young son with her when she does so.
A young men lives alone in an apartment. Judging from the massive swastika tattoo on his back, his attitude to immigrants is probably not all that positive.
There is a knock on his door. A quite inappropriate imposition is attempted, and with scant regard for the niceties of social interaction, carried off successfully.
What ensues is a somewhat awkward meeting of the minds of two strangers: football? Thirsty? Spill? Elvis? Guitar? Finger sizes?
Overall, an interesting, cursory glance at three different people whose lives intersect albeit briefly, and who mutually show that even when strained and touching the limits of what is and what is not acceptable, people can and do get along.
Not too bad.
A father is ill and in hospital. His daughter wishes to visit him, but for some reason fells that she cannot take her young son with her when she does so.
A young men lives alone in an apartment. Judging from the massive swastika tattoo on his back, his attitude to immigrants is probably not all that positive.
There is a knock on his door. A quite inappropriate imposition is attempted, and with scant regard for the niceties of social interaction, carried off successfully.
What ensues is a somewhat awkward meeting of the minds of two strangers: football? Thirsty? Spill? Elvis? Guitar? Finger sizes?
Overall, an interesting, cursory glance at three different people whose lives intersect albeit briefly, and who mutually show that even when strained and touching the limits of what is and what is not acceptable, people can and do get along.
Not too bad.
