Santa Monica

A beautiful-bitter film. About love, the other, friendship. A jazz -film for the white-back cinematography, for the emotions -seeds for viewer, for the story and for the state after its end. Maybe, a film about second chance. Or happiness. And the other as engine of ourselves. It is not real important the subject or the interpretation. Because it is the film of a small , profound reality, defining, in different manner, each of us. And it is enough for see it . Maybe, like a kick to future, for the transformation of melancholia or as lesson about lovely art and the atmosphere speking about yourself in depressed hours.