Each film by Phil Beastall is a lovely delight. In wise, precise manner crafted, short poems about small, precious details defining the life of each of us.
In this short film, the frame is Christmas.
A venerable lonely man. A young, beautiful woman passing near him in different moments of day.
Her solution against his bitterness , one of amusing and profound seductive ones. And touching end.
The Advent wrath , like the discover of identity of beautiful lady are the gifts, precious at whole, of this short film about not only Christmas and its essence but about the empaty defining us. A film about gifts. Not exactly with one giver.
