Sometimes the more you look, the less you see
David just tries to film his life to make sense of it, but the more he records, the less he understands. His camera becomes a sorta barrier instead of a bridge for his life. Every frame just pulls him further from the reality that he’s so desperate to grab. What starts off as a search for truth turns into a slow, portrait of loneliness, self-delusion, and the false promise that documenting life will somehow “explain it”. It’s disturbing, depressing, weird, but it’s also meaningful, beautiful, and yet terrifying.
Sometimes the more you look, the less you see
David just tries to film his life to make sense of it, but the more he records, the less he understands. His camera becomes a sorta barrier instead of a bridge for his life. Every frame just pulls him further from the reality that he’s so desperate to grab. What starts off as a search for truth turns into a slow, portrait of loneliness, self-delusion, and the false promise that documenting life will somehow “explain it”. It’s disturbing, depressing, weird, but it’s also meaningful, beautiful, and yet terrifying.
