The first Sundance film to truly take my breath away. Jessica Beshir weaves a stunning, sensuous dream into the things that bind us to our “home” for better or worse. The rare film that feels like watching an entirely new visual language unfold before you.
There’s a moment, about midway through, where a person is sleeping and a sheer, silk curtain hangs behind them. The camera subtly moves with their breathing, in and out, in and out and without realizing it, I had tears in my eyes and was moving with the film. In and out, in and out.
Everything the medium is supposed to be: a transportive journey into the unknown. You feel the mud beneath your feet, you smell the smoke as it drifts into you. A sensory feast 💆🏻♂️