Why I like this film.
“Barbed Stars”
A boy sits alone awaiting on the edge of asphalt and crab grass; standing, statued, stoic. Looking beyond what he can reach is a fence, five heights his length, barbed, and untouchable to his gentle hands. A border between His world and Theirs. A thin line splitting love and death.
In his back pocket, a ham sandwich layered w/ a lettuce leaf, holey cheese, smashed between a roll he secretly made. He does nothing wrong. But be a child. For his friend behind behind the fence is thin as the lines that separate the two, and if touched, would be his end.
As he peers beyond the horizontal lines of repetitive barbed stars, encircling an unfamiliar site. His ideas are innocent. A farm? Farmers? Famine. There is nothing but stripe wearers in this cattle-ing of Others. A glimpse of nothing he knows. And knows no one. Except for his little friend, who hides under rubble in fear of the unknown, who wears stripes all day and all night long, yet his sleep is untold and unheard, but a smile is his thoughts clear of anger, hate, greed, and power. Never existed in young hearts. Only the sound of a trembling growl in his pouch of a stomach. These things are just like him. He sits, waits, lonely. His grin pulled downward. Looking upward above the horizontal lines of barbed stars. Smoke from a towering stack. Smell begone.
Looking downward, eyes adjusting back to the familiar brightness, his little friend arrives slowed and shrinking and sunken. And sits vis-a-vis with his friend.
Hello. Hi. Hungry? Yes. Here. Thanks.
A hand touch, a glassy stare, a saving moment. And Only this moment.
Under this sky, on the surface of grass and dirt, Love hides behind, away, and untarnished. Two boys. Play games. Curious on Two lives. In search of each others’. Hand in hand to find one’s Loves. In Death.
Smoked sky screaming souls.