Short Film Review

For my short film, I watched Voice Over by Martin Rosete. This film was beautifully made. It kept me guessing the entire 10 minutes as to what was possibly going on. It takes a true creative genius to tastefully keep the viewer guessing as to what is happening when you have a narrator telling what is actually “going on.” Throughout the entire film a narrator, quite descriptively, tells the story of what kind of predicament you, the viewer, have found yourself in. Whether it’s panicking at the idea of simultaneously trying to get oxygen while fighting off an alien life form from eating away at your body, or struggling to find a detonator to save the woman you love at the expense of dying yourself, or clawing desperately at a rope that is attaching what seems to be your very life itself to a boat that represents the cold death that awaits at the bottom of the ocean depths, this movie constantly keeps you on the edge of your seat, gasping for air. And that is the common denominator in all of these scenarios; gasping for air. It is only in the end of the film when the viewer can truly see what this idea of gasping for air is about. You the viewer are about to have your first kiss and you are nervously gasping for air. These three scenarios are nothing more than extreme metaphors to show the feeling that you would feel before that innocent first kiss. When thinking back on the film, Rosete is a true master at getting the viewer to feel exactly what he wants the viewer to experience. Over the course of the film, I curiously found myself physically holding my breath and having painful butterflies in my stomach. It almost felt as though I was experiencing my first kiss all over again, I just didn’t realize that that was what I was feeling until the end. This film is a true example of how literature can play with your emotions however the author sees fit.