A different way of telling a story

In truth, there is barely enough story here to make a film.

Like the great film, it's made with a great deal of visible affection both in front of and behind the camera.

It's the kind of movie you'll want to see a second time with someone who hasn't seen it yet, to remember what it was like to watch it for the first time.

In this 25 minutes long story taking 2 directors and 2 writers, we are in the countryside, in France under German occupation, during World War II; love between a local girl and an occupying soldier arises.There is affection for nature, tree-lined roads and how light fills the space in their centre till the sky, the murmur of a river's water and foliage under the wind; a tone and language of a traditional tale, with frequent intervention by narrating voices.Pictorial talent is remarkable; we sink into far yet hypnotic light, landscapes seem portraits of dreams, and are spoused to a sorrowful piano that knows when it's time to comment with its melodies and knows when it's time to comment with its silence. Love is true, a faith to embrace which they accept to receive the subsequent embrace of death, never for a moment — while the verdict of the world and its retribution are nearing them — being touched by regret or hesitation. This is an elegy, its essence lying in visual beauty — even tragedy glistens, although with cruelty.