Part two of two back to back offerings in Uruguayan cinema, there are some people who when they decide to move away from society, they do so by not crawling into a ball, but by severing contact, communication in gradual, somewhat obscure steps. A tribute to his former collaborator, the late Juan Pablo Rebella, Pablo Stoll’s maiden solo flight has little chance of seeing major international theatrical distribution, but it remains a welcomed experimental film that might be mum on dialogue, but heavy on soundtrack and ideas of isolation and disbanding from the family (the filmmaker employs his own members) – actual home movies are intelligently inserted in this discourse. What the film’s title (Hiroshima) might have to do with the film is anyone’s guess. Here is Stoll prior to the screening – with the festival poster one-shet to his right.
