A strange, understated film about the transportive power of oral storytelling that plays like a cross between a sitcom bottle episode and Chris Marker's La Jetee, PLAY ME SOMETHING decides not to push the medium forward but instead recede into its gaps.
By this I mean that it doesn't rely on flashy visuals or attempt anything revolutionary, but simply tells its story largely with dialogue and still images. A framing narrative sees a disparate group of travellers waiting for a plane in a Hebridean airport listen to a mysterious old raconteur tell a story about two lovers meeting and spending a day in Venice while waxing lyrical about life, listening to and playing music. [There's something of a proto-BEFORE SUNRISE…