Nobody Knows You, Nobody Gives a Damn

I saw this at Sundance with a mixed bag of much slicker shorts. At first the raw documentary style was a bit off-putting, but as the story evolved, it's style grew on me. It was a pleasing contrast to its companion shorts.

Rebecca Thomas was effective as the druggie mother who may or may not have made the best choice for her baby. In the last shot the baby wears the rising sun headband of a Kamakazi pilot. Does this mean that she and the baby are one a path of self destruction or redemption. The answer is left up to the viewer.

The director and screenwriter created a cinematic image poem with opened-ended closure. Subtle acting made it a moving, fifteen-minute "haiku" portrait of a touching dilemma.