Bryan Enk's "Beneath the Sea It Sings" is an eerie fever dream whispered through time, a ghost story that unspools like an incantation, pulling you deeper into its spectral grip with each passing second. A short film that transcends its modest runtime, it is both a chilling maritime folktale and an intimate descent into madness, anchored by a singularly mesmerizing performance from Julia Kolinski.
From the outset, Enk establishes a world that feels suspended in time, drenched in shadows and brine. The film's opening moments are steeped in sensory detail-the groan of wooden planks, the distant lapping of waves, the weight of unseen horrors pressing in from all sides. We find our protagonist bound in a dimly lit chamber, her surroundings suffused with an almost dreamlike stillness. And then she speaks. Directly to us.
Kolinski's performance is a tour de force of escalating dread. Her wide-eyed delivery oscillates between fractured recollection and barely contained hysteria, painting a picture of a crew lured to their doom by a song too beautiful to resist. It's a classic tale of fatal temptation-sailors entranced by a melody drifting across the water, the siren call of something ancient and unfathomable. And yet, the film's true horror isn't just in what is described, but in the way it is told. Every hesitation, every shudder, every haunted glance speaks to an experience too terrible to fully articulate.
The visual language of "Beneath the Sea It Sings" is strikingly precise, with Christiaan Koop's production design and Jon Weiner's editing working in tandem to create a sense of creeping inevitability. The film doesn't rely on abrupt shocks but instead lets its atmosphere sink into you, tightening its grip like salt air clinging to the skin. Weiner's use of sound is particularly effective, layering diegetic and non-diegetic elements to blur the lines between memory and reality. The melody itself-crafted with sinister elegance by Nick Olman-is a masterstroke, a tune that feels at once melancholic and menacing, as though it carries the weight of every soul it has ever ensnared.
Enk's direction is meticulous, never overplaying his hand. He understands that true horror isn't just about what is seen or even heard, but what lingers-what follows you long after the final frame. This is a film that refuses to dissipate like mist at sunrise. Instead, it burrows, settling into that quiet part of the mind where unease festers. By the time the credits roll, we are left not with the satisfaction of resolution, but with the gnawing sense that the melody has found its way into us, too.
At just twelve minutes, "Beneath the Sea It Sings" is a triumph of restrained horror-a beautifully crafted piece of nightmare fuel that lures you in, just as the ill-fated crew once was. Enk, Kolinski, and their team have conjured something rare: a short film that feels as boundless as the ocean itself, stretching beyond its running time to haunt the imagination long after the screen fades to black.
