Valērijs Oļehno

This is his chance to shine! A janitor spins pirouettes and dances out his soul, to glance back at the three masked figures above the doors of the Lithuanian National Drama Theatre at the end of his shift. Meanwhile, a coworker, watching his star turn in his TV box, silently cheers for the performance unfolding in the theatre corridors.

Folded, rewritten, thrown away, wrinkled, crossed out, stuffed in a pocket, handed to the book keeper, only to find out later that it was the wrong one; then written down, torn out, worn out, sometimes crumpled up, with morning coffee stains. The film’s protagonist walks around the pulp mill with jagged movements, performing his duties. “I doubt we’ll meet again. I really do,” he repeats to himself, addressing the void.

A father who has just been released from prison strives to reconnect with his son. Good intentions are hindered by unexpected obstacles. An unforgettable day spent by the two together might turn into the very last day for one of them.

Four stories about borderline people. The relationship between man and woman, between brother and brother, between friends. Four stories of love and pain.

This is his chance to shine! A janitor spins pirouettes and dances out his soul, to glance back at the three masked figures above the doors of the Lithuanian National Drama Theatre at the end of his shift. Meanwhile, a coworker, watching his star turn in his TV box, silently cheers for the performance unfolding in the theatre corridors.

This is his chance to shine! A janitor spins pirouettes and dances out his soul, to glance back at the three masked figures above the doors of the Lithuanian National Drama Theatre at the end of his shift. Meanwhile, a coworker, watching his star turn in his TV box, silently cheers for the performance unfolding in the theatre corridors.

Folded, rewritten, thrown away, wrinkled, crossed out, stuffed in a pocket, handed to the book keeper, only to find out later that it was the wrong one; then written down, torn out, worn out, sometimes crumpled up, with morning coffee stains. The film’s protagonist walks around the pulp mill with jagged movements, performing his duties. “I doubt we’ll meet again. I really do,” he repeats to himself, addressing the void.

Folded, rewritten, thrown away, wrinkled, crossed out, stuffed in a pocket, handed to the book keeper, only to find out later that it was the wrong one; then written down, torn out, worn out, sometimes crumpled up, with morning coffee stains. The film’s protagonist walks around the pulp mill with jagged movements, performing his duties. “I doubt we’ll meet again. I really do,” he repeats to himself, addressing the void.

A father who has just been released from prison strives to reconnect with his son. Good intentions are hindered by unexpected obstacles. An unforgettable day spent by the two together might turn into the very last day for one of them.

A father who has just been released from prison strives to reconnect with his son. Good intentions are hindered by unexpected obstacles. An unforgettable day spent by the two together might turn into the very last day for one of them.

Four stories about borderline people. The relationship between man and woman, between brother and brother, between friends. Four stories of love and pain.

Four stories about borderline people. The relationship between man and woman, between brother and brother, between friends. Four stories of love and pain.