Nineteen

That kind of short film who could has the only comment- the silence. Sure, it is beautiful, touching, tender, sad, bitter. But the delicacy remains its basic virtue. About the theme. About performances. About the manner to explore an universe so difficult to define. A young man, the gift of his sister and the truth. The memory of the white. And the powerful twist. A special film for a form of grace out of any word.

Just saw "Nineteen" at Outfest in LA last night. It's one of two films for which I gave a rating of 5/5 (out of the six that were screened as part of a collection). As with any short film or story, there's got to be a "getcha" to bring you in. With "Nineteen," the "getcha" occurred about halfway into the film. It was a wonderful use of restraint. It created a gentle dawning of awareness that can really make a film viewer unexpectedly emotionally engaged. It was effective. I teared up with appreciation. The storyteller's heart to share this story shows through. Find this somewhere and let it unfold for you. The actors are known quantities and for them to have done this film gives credence to the story that it tells.