Love, Dad
The filmmaker rediscovers letters her dad used to write her from prison. That love seems to be gone now. She decides to write back in the hope of reconnecting with him. She puts in writing what could not be said: blaming her father for the family's break-up but also trying to understand him. A short film about ties and gaps between a child and a parent.
| Director | Diana Cam Van Nguyen |
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Diana Cam Van Nguyen is also in prison. A cell of letters, absence, and promises. Made of fragile bars, sturdier than concrete, since they are invisible. At the window, only the extinguished light of memory-stars reaches our director. These edges of mental landscapes stick to the skin, to the fingers, and to the pen. It is therefore time to wake up and resuscitate oneself. And so the filmmaker draws, cuts up, and glues… comes alive. Out of the need to create, understand, and reconcile. For this epistolary gate to become a silhouette, a father, one needs this ineffable courage to open it, cross it; make it out.
“I feel like I’m the one in jail now. I am locked inside by mistakes and suffering. But above all by our silence. You run away from confrontation, and in the process, you run away from me. But I no longer want to chase you. I have realized that I can say no.”
Rémi Journet
Tënk Canada's editorial assistant
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Français
13 mn
Language: Français
Subtitles: Français -
English
13 mn
Language: English
Subtitles: English
- Année 2021
- Pays Czech Republic
- Durée 13
- Producteur 13ka
- Langue Czech
- Sous-titres French, English
- Résumé court A filmmaker finds in a box the letters written by her father in prison years before. She decides to write him back.
Diana Cam Van Nguyen is also in prison. A cell of letters, absence, and promises. Made of fragile bars, sturdier than concrete, since they are invisible. At the window, only the extinguished light of memory-stars reaches our director. These edges of mental landscapes stick to the skin, to the fingers, and to the pen. It is therefore time to wake up and resuscitate oneself. And so the filmmaker draws, cuts up, and glues… comes alive. Out of the need to create, understand, and reconcile. For this epistolary gate to become a silhouette, a father, one needs this ineffable courage to open it, cross it; make it out.
“I feel like I’m the one in jail now. I am locked inside by mistakes and suffering. But above all by our silence. You run away from confrontation, and in the process, you run away from me. But I no longer want to chase you. I have realized that I can say no.”
Rémi Journet
Tënk Canada's editorial assistant
-
Français
Duration: 13 minutesLanguage: Français
Subtitles: Français13 mn -
English
Duration: 13 minutesLanguage: English
Subtitles: English13 mn
- Année 2021
- Pays Czech Republic
- Durée 13
- Producteur 13ka
- Langue Czech
- Sous-titres French, English
- Résumé court A filmmaker finds in a box the letters written by her father in prison years before. She decides to write him back.
