A head in a sea of black. We listen to an interior monologue about the past.
Forget the visuals, they are redundant in the extreme, its just a head, a face reacting to the monologue. The voice is all. Its a joy. Atypical Samuel Beckett speech pattern, this is more a natural flow of words. Its a wonderful tone poem of sorts. Its the sort of thing that Van Morrison periodically puts on one of his albums that strongly evokes a time and place past. As I said forget the visuals and just listen to the music of the words.
7 out of 10
0 of 1 people found this review helpful.
Was this review helpful to you?