If, for some inexplicable reason, you could only watch one short film in your lifetime, Ama has a very good chance of competing for that spot. An overwhelmingly beautiful, heartbreaking work of art. Although Julie Gautier did not touch the surface of the water, she touched perfection. There are many ways to interpret what we see, but as is typical of the noblest works, critical analysis feels unworthy here as well. There's simply no need for it. If something is capable of conveying a quintessential message beyond the rigid framework of linguistics, then it is a shame to pollute it with the filth of words. For that reason I'll stop here, and watch it again...
