Cristina Trombetta

Ankle cancer leaves a young woman unable to walk, blurred by the sudden, chilling realization: Is this a room, or is it a prison?

A film that listens to its inner rhythm through images, initially shaped by fiction, then gradually undone by the quiet force of reality of things no one dares to write into a script.

In a world on the brink of ruin from Esan rains that drive monkeys to pluck their own fur, the State fears that humanity is beginning to evolve backward. The big picture is bleak, so let’s find a spark in the small one: Rita and Anne, a couple whose love has grown stale and indifferent. Rita longs to escape but can’t, Anne can’t even manage to get the front door open. Anne’s only dream is to leave this house through a Casting Call she received, unaware that the audition is set to take place within her own four walls. As Rita grows increasingly restless with the approaching storms, another couple, Praew and Tim, suddenly appear for the casting. Their arrival brings with it the very catastrophe humanity fears most.

A bond undone by forces outside, yet inside only ashes scatter and drift, like air with no place to rest. Let it be seen through the vision of feeling, and weighed by the conscience for its true substance

A mother, an older sister, and a younger sister all trapped beneath a room of cold, frozen emotions, each burdened with their own inner weight, acting as the fuse that fractures their family bond, leaving behind nothing but shards of memory.

A bond undone by forces outside, yet inside only ashes scatter and drift, like air with no place to rest. Let it be seen through the vision of feeling, and weighed by the conscience for its true substance

A bond undone by forces outside, yet inside only ashes scatter and drift, like air with no place to rest. Let it be seen through the vision of feeling, and weighed by the conscience for its true substance

A mother, an older sister, and a younger sister all trapped beneath a room of cold, frozen emotions, each burdened with their own inner weight, acting as the fuse that fractures their family bond, leaving behind nothing but shards of memory.