It reminds a theater play. A wall, top of it two windows, a presumed vacant lot, a young man, a woman, sitting on ground, leaning on brick wall.
And talking, behind the end of world.
Simple words against fear , tension, loneliness.
Simple afirmation, so familiar questions, counting the seconds.
All is more than familiar, the film reminds part of our ifs/ suppositions/ nightmares.
But the story is so precise crafted, its simplicity is more than correct constructed, the memories about plays and films and books about end of word are so gentle - wise resurrected and Sandrine Sahakians and Charles Realubit are just beautiful in skin of characters.
Indeed, a less then six minutes short film. But just admirable.
