Jess, age 18, and Moss, age 12 are second cousins in the dark-fire tobacco fields of rural Western Kentucky. Without immediate families that they can relate to, and lacking friends their own age, they only have each other. Over the course of a summer they venture on a journey exploring deep secrets and hopes of a future while being confronted with fears of isolation, abandonment and an unknown tomorrow.
Directed by Clay Jeter
smoking
fireworks
coming of age
tape recording
atmospheric
grainy
self-harm
memories
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IMDB
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Letterboxd
3.6 / 5
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Cast
Sarah Hagan
Jess
Haley Strode
Jess's Mom
Crew
David Gelb
Executive Producer
Agnès B.
Associate Producer
Mike Prestwood Smith
Sound Re-Recording Mixer
Popular Reviews
11 reviews
Tyler
9.3★ · 06/01/25
it’s like being immersed in someone’s memories from hot summer days in the south. like the sunsets. bike rides. the thunderstorms. doing random shit. the kudzu… but the memories are not completely there. just enough. but there is so much more depth here than just random days during the summer. like the context is so heavy… and I think that’s the beauty of this.
wait. i’m crying. the ending is so beautiful. oh my god. wow… i can’t stop thinking about this.
it’s like being immersed in someone’s memories from hot summer days in the south. like the sunsets. bike rides. the thunderstorms. doing random shit. the kudzu… but the memories are not completely there. just enough. but there is so much more depth here than just random days during the summer. like the context is so heavy… and I think that’s the beauty of this.
wait. i’m crying. the ending is so beautiful. oh my god. wow… i can’t stop thinking about this.
WeavierPRO
9.0★ · 07/16/23
I’m so confused I’m crying
I’m so confused I’m crying
WeavierPRO
9.0★ · 07/16/23
I’m so confused I’m crying
I’m so confused I’m crying
Catherine Stump
10.0★ · 03/21/23
Wow
Wow
elissebelll
8.0★ · 01/21/23
i’m hungover and the cold outside is biting and the sun is blinding and i’ve got my short dungarees on and today almost feels like summer. even if it ain’t that happy
i’m hungover and the cold outside is biting and the sun is blinding and i’ve got my short dungarees on and today almost feels like summer. even if it ain’t that happy
