Milk
1998·Drama·10m
7.0
★
Andrea Arnold’s directorial debut consists of a woman named Hetty that has a unique way of dealing with the unexpected death of her child.
Directed by Andrea Arnold
woman director
short film
IMDB
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Cast
Lynda Steadman
Hetty
Stephen McGann
Ralph
Lee Oakes
Martin
Crew
Andrea Arnold
Director
Andrea Arnold
Writer
Popular Reviews
48 reviews
mariana
ella fue tan real x eso
ella fue tan real x eso
vlad dracula
6.0★ · 12/18/25
I only blinked when did they manage to start doing that…
I only blinked when did they manage to start doing that…
José
8.0★ · 12/10/25
I've been trying to find this back since January iirc and I'm glad I finally did. I absolutely loved the way this short film looked. It was reminiscent of Love & Pop in that it had an old digital camera feel. And that ending was great!
I've been trying to find this back since January iirc and I'm glad I finally did. I absolutely loved the way this short film looked. It was reminiscent of Love & Pop in that it had an old digital camera feel. And that ending was great!
djinni
6.0★ · 10/24/25
keske tum fılmler boyle hızlı olsa 10dkda herseyı anlatsa adhdlı bır orospuym cunkuuu
keske tum fılmler boyle hızlı olsa 10dkda herseyı anlatsa adhdlı bır orospuym cunkuuu
morisakist_
5.8★ · 07/06/25
"you don't talk much, do you?" she asked.
"that's cause i keep it all in here," martin pointed his head with his index finger while he drove.
"i don't talk much... but i think a lot," he said.
"and i watch. i watch people," he continued.
i resonate a lot with martin's response because i know it's all in my head but i always have this limited language to speak with eloquence... or maybe i do have the language now, but never the confidence to be vulnerable around people. he was a guy along the way you never would've expected to be someone who brings comfort. but this comfort is so awkward on a personal level—something unusual even on a surface level.
a mother's mourning is another level of mourning. you face grief for a newly born child she didn't even get to say hello to. you face pain indecipherable to a man. you face routineless days with no apparent reason to have. it's a film that lualhati bautista would love to see and witness this film—a feminist for a feminist.
a gateway to a mother's life, i'd say.
"that's cause i keep it all in here," martin pointed his head with his index finger while he drove.
"i don't talk much... but i think a lot," he said.
"and i watch. i watch people," he continued.
i resonate a lot with martin's response because i know it's all in my head but i always have this limited language to speak with eloquence... or maybe i do have the language now, but never the confidence to be vulnerable around people. he was a guy along the way you never would've expected to be someone who brings comfort. but this comfort is so awkward on a personal level—something unusual even on a surface level.
a mother's mourning is another level of mourning. you face grief for a newly born child she didn't even get to say hello to. you face pain indecipherable to a man. you face routineless days with no apparent reason to have. it's a film that lualhati bautista would love to see and witness this film—a feminist for a feminist.
a gateway to a mother's life, i'd say.
"you don't talk much, do you?" she asked.
"that's cause i keep it all in here," martin pointed his head with his index finger while he drove.
"i don't talk much... but i think a lot," he said.
"and i watch. i watch people," he continued.
i resonate a lot with martin's response because i know it's all in my head but i always have this limited language to speak with eloquence... or maybe i do have the language now, but never the confidence to be vulnerable around people. he was a guy along the way you never would've expected to be someone who brings comfort. but this comfort is so awkward on a personal level—something unusual even on a surface level.
a mother's mourning is another level of mourning. you face grief for a newly born child she didn't even get to say hello to. you face pain indecipherable to a man. you face routineless days with no apparent reason to have. it's a film that lualhati bautista would love to see and witness this film—a feminist for a feminist.
a gateway to a mother's life, i'd say.
"that's cause i keep it all in here," martin pointed his head with his index finger while he drove.
"i don't talk much... but i think a lot," he said.
"and i watch. i watch people," he continued.
i resonate a lot with martin's response because i know it's all in my head but i always have this limited language to speak with eloquence... or maybe i do have the language now, but never the confidence to be vulnerable around people. he was a guy along the way you never would've expected to be someone who brings comfort. but this comfort is so awkward on a personal level—something unusual even on a surface level.
a mother's mourning is another level of mourning. you face grief for a newly born child she didn't even get to say hello to. you face pain indecipherable to a man. you face routineless days with no apparent reason to have. it's a film that lualhati bautista would love to see and witness this film—a feminist for a feminist.
a gateway to a mother's life, i'd say.