Massive amounts of wind are both music and the dance-floor for the clouds... vagrant, white and puffy as they are - playing and teasing with other clouds and moving freely in the sky as if they own freedom itself.
These clouds looked like lump of sticky colloid which couldn't dissolve and floating in the crimson grey sky , acting like a cloak which prevents the cosmic rays from the sun from burning up the Earth. Yet I wondered why at times they cry with fierce and sonorous thunder.
The darkness of the film is a gloom that permeates every aspect of script and plot. Clouds loom in the sky, every shade of monochrome from sliver though storm grey leaving gaps only for the black night.
And in the evening, Against the cars with their running boards lean the men, faces partially obscured not only by the lack of light but by the rims of their fedoras. The only glint in the blackness comes not from the moon, but from cigarette tips like crazy red fireflies born to die.
©Simon Lukas
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