A Sad, Sad Ghost Picking at the Hairs of Their Knuckles
“It is in a house that one is alone. Not outside of it, but inside. In the park there are birds, cats. Maybe even a squirrel, a ferret. We are not alone in a park. But in the house, we are so alone that we are sometimes lost.”—Marguerite Duras
183 mins
A wandering young woman explores the crevices of her apartment, of her corporeal creases, as well as the shadows made up of those things. Through her journey, she comes into contact with fellow vagrancies: a nondescript man of around similar age; a young girl with similar, even familiar, eyes; streets that can only exist during those brief moments of glazing stares. The rain comes and goes, but the A/C never turns off.
Luisa Cruz
Producer
Gabriella Mandato
Makeup & Hair
Mivan Makia
Key Grip
Nicole Cipriani
Art Department Assistant
Ibrahim Issa
Gaffer
Hazel Lee
Director of Photography
Zachary Goldkind
Sound Designer
Aman Samra
Assistant Camera
Zachary Goldkind
Producer
Michael Petruzzelli
Art Direction
Vito Petruzzelli
Construction Grip
Robin Gruszczynski
Location Sound Recordist
Joel Rodriguez
Colorist
Tony Rosenberg
Original Music Composer
Zachary Goldkind
Director