In Children Below Deck we see a deep sense of guilt that is passed on from generation to generation and that not even the passing years can ever alleviate. But, perhaps, only by facing the past itself – perhaps even through old photographs that slowly take shape on the screen, taking on, at first, the features of a pencil drawing – can one attempt, in some way, to get over it. Or maybe not?
If, while watching Omsch, on the one hand we are fascinated by such a tender and sincere story, on the other hand, we cannot help but notice how, as we approach the finale, the whole work seems somewhat self-referential.
In The First Sea there is very little place for adults. Everything is told on a child’s dimension and, overall, it slowly takes on the connotations of the cinema of François Truffaut or, better still, Abbas Kiarostami.