The earth shook. The sea roared. A far greater disaster followed. And then...
There is a small house solitary standing by the seaside. A pigtail-braided girl is living there alone since that day. Mail is no longer delivered, but even this morning she's hanging out the laundry as usual. She's unaware that all around her, the clothes-pegs are quarreling, the pillow argues with the umbrella about the outside world, and the new toothbrush is unsuccessfully trying to be polite with the silent, old ones.
Do things exist to be used until they are consumed or broken? Are they afraid of being thrown away once their life cycle is complete?
(Source: Production I.G)
Recipient of a bounty of accolades from film festivals, victor of my on-sight seething: Utilitarianism in full force.
__(This review contains spoilers for the entirety of the short film.)__
What we have excreted from an institution housing prudent and well-meaning talent such as Production I.G and lauded by many of the film festivals it was submitted to is a terrible quasi-utilitarian short film that vilifies peop…