A quiet triumph.

Not perfect, but generally pretty tight. The writing is crazy theatrical, but it kinda works?

And hey, I get to categorise this as a “vlogging thriller”, which is great.

Languages have power, and are irrevocably linked to histories, to memories, to personalities.

Sometimes it might be okay for a language, a culture, to fade. It is the nature of things, after all.

That's the tension here: preservation versus progress. And weaved through this tension, walking along it like tightrope walkers, are a few characters. They are simply drawn, but their story is heartbreaking and sweet.

Language is also about what is not said, and that's where the real beauty of this film lies, I think: in its silences.

[ MIFF'17-7 ]

Break the frame. Make it pay. Break away.