L'amour sauvage

I don't mean to sound cheesy, but this short film by Lior Shamriz really has that melancholy that's in how the end of love feels like the yellow leaves of autumn's announcing the arrival of the silent coldness of winter. The actors' faces say so much - you don't need to hear their voices. It's an almost neo-expressionistic film, taking place in the Kreuzberg neighborhood and in the Eastern parts of Berlin, and it reminded me the depth and poetic sadness of works like Murnau's Last Laugh.