A child actor crashes a funeral for the performance of a lifetime. Method acting goes TOO far.
Acting
Treskunov's dead eyes will haunt you. He's TWELVE.
Direction
Ageychev shoots grief like a horror film. You're the monster for watching.
Writing
Ten minutes, zero wasted frames. The final line is a gut punch.
Director
Oleg Ageychev
Trivia, insights & behind the scenes
Part of Russia's post-Soviet 'angry cinema' wave — short films as protest against sanitized national narratives.
The funeral is allegedly 'real' in production — Ageychev found a family willing to let a child perform grief at their service. The ethics collapse inward.
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