Valuri

few scenes. slices of story. the every day side of reality on a beach.one of films about nothing who reveals, in precise manner, the heart of things. using stereotypes, imposing the fragile border of adventure, mixture of voyeurism and analysis,people and time.bodies and expectations.in a hot day. intentions and guilts as parts of a ball. gestures, clichés, facts. and the public as part of each. a short film who impress for the force of suggestion. because it is a game with the script of public who search identify the classic recipes in new form. the answer of Adrian Sitaru- a smart one - is the ambiguity.the woman, the child, the gypsy, the man and his wife, the sea as parts of a puzzle who can have too many solutions, none clear. and that is the axis of this admirable work.

Adrian Sitaru's Waves is a tidy, succinct film shot in bright sunshine but filled with the dark side of everyday life. We are on a beach packed with vacationers. The comfortable Romanian family sneers at the frolicking May-December couple on the blanket next to them. The gypsy boy (for Romanians and Hungarians he is the underclass, the person you avoid by crossing the street) approaches, on the make, settles suspiciously close to the young and beautiful mother and her child. Then the mother takes the inner tube and asks the boy to watch her child while she goes swimming. Reminiscent of the best of David Lynch, Sitaru presents the dark side indirectly, without exclamations, in the brightest of light. In this moral tale about responsibility, he shocks us into realigning our definitions and expectations.