It reminds me Melancholia. For atmosphere, for frame, for tension, for loneliness. In some measure, for the end. A simple story, familiar recipe - inspired by classic fairy tale one - , beautiful acting- debut - of young Vincent Hospordarsky , not exactly a moral , some cliches and the travel of self discover of a 18 years old boy- maybe the fix of relation with too cold - egocentric father.
After final credits - two image remaining as gifts from Brutal Heat - the rain in forest, the fragment of sun, reminding a piece of amber or gold.
I admitt, it is a film who I like . Not only for obvious good intentions or for generosity of interpretations of allusions, but for a reasonable sketch aspect, offering portraits, delicate crafted, proposing to viewer to discover - imagine the roots of gestures, words, reactions, not excluding the terrible heat.
So, the story of Vincent to the holliday house of his friends.
After final credits - two image remaining as gifts from Brutal Heat - the rain in forest, the fragment of sun, reminding a piece of amber or gold.
I admitt, it is a film who I like . Not only for obvious good intentions or for generosity of interpretations of allusions, but for a reasonable sketch aspect, offering portraits, delicate crafted, proposing to viewer to discover - imagine the roots of gestures, words, reactions, not excluding the terrible heat.
So, the story of Vincent to the holliday house of his friends.