After the Sky Turned Black

A photojournalist injured by a terrorist atack. Blind, he gives to a young man, picked from a bar, his story. And each word, the innocence of kid, the images and the lost of the love of his love, the need of loneliness, the fall of his life are presented in a moving manner, with powerful effect. It is a sort of "memento mori" for each viewer and a realistic, subtle portrait of casualties of war. It is inspired drawing of the moment changing, in fundamental manner, a life. Well acted, splendid cinematography, it becomes, scene by scene, a testimony about life meaning. And reflection of profound loneliness.

I came to this from a site that gave it a glowing review. The reviewer's hearing must be miles better than mine (not too hard a feat). The short is shot in a room where outside noise intrudes horribly, traffic, police sirens, just background rumble. What this meant was that the overdramatised dialogue could barely be heard at times. .Much worse though was the dreadful music used here. Soaring violins at a high pitch completely drowned out any speech at all while it was playing.

As for the plot, harking back to what was lost in terms of relationships as well as sight, alongside the present-day events going on, well there was just not enough time to develop and make meaningful any real story. This needed twenty minutes not ten. I wanted to know more about the boy, the ex, Karachi.

Unfortunately, I can't recommend this at all.