Memory plays tricks on us. It pieces together fragments like an amateur filmmaker splicing old camcorder footage, leaving us to fill in the gaps with what we think we know, what we wish we knew, and what we're afraid to understand.
I found myself subconsciously pushing
this back until it became my final film of 2024. Fitting, maybe. But how i regret not getting around to this beautifully devastating masterpiece sooner.
Charlotte Wells operates in these spaces between memories -โฆ
