Om, Om

A film by Yasmin Davis is a gesture, a sole gesture. It is a one-on-one. Sequences suggest the variation of a single act to face up to solitude. Movement is the trace of some illusory and yet definitive isolation. Camera angles are ostensibly deliberate. Subtle sound recording is equally precise. The device, obviously, is a special effect. Prestidigitation, in other words, the prestige of manipulation, is a simple pleasure which generates admiration.