The Shore

I admitt, I was tempted to see it as a sort of version of Run boy run. Of Woodkid. And, no doubts, many common points. But the virtue of The Shore is to remind, not be a manifesto. To remind the vulnerability of parents and their death, to remind the end of childhood and the discover of reality out of games of age, to remind the temptations and guides and desire to be at destination who is radical different by what you figure or expect.

Cinematography and close ups, like wise performance of young Walter Sheen or the profour inspired end reminding the cicle of life are the solid virtues of this fascinating short film.

A boy abandoned on beach by his parents who covers their heads with rope.

The run of boy , the meet of presumed guides, the discover of truth about their parents and the image of man and his rope birth from his arm.

A venerable man discovers the toy boat of boy , covered by sand, and his joy becomes source of perfect final of a short film presenting, in precise way, grace close up and white dark image, the essence of life.

A film important for its high dose of realism mixed with poetic touches , reminding Gothic stories and essential facts defining each of us when past ages are only memory and new life preserves us in its womb.