(Pedro González-Rubio; Mexico; 2009)
An extremely straightforward premise – a man and his son spend time at man's father's hut in a fishing village – they fish, the hang out with a bird, they cook, eat, watch the wildlife, spend time painting the hut-on-stilts-in-the-sea that is their temporary home for the film. And that's about it. But this is not some contrived piece of art-wank – its fresh and honest portrayal of the gentle and very deep bond that father and son share, and an stunning depiction of how this bond is cemented even further through their communion with nature and the sea. Filled with moments predicated on the art of finding simple joys in the environment around you, this film is never cloying and has a brightness to it that matches the crystal blue sea and sky it so often depicts. The film is also enriched with a tender ache in knowing that there is an impending change in their future relations. Vibrant colours and rich sound – the noise of lapping water forms a constant soundtrack, and you can almost taste and smell the sea.