Last fourteen voicemails from my father (or Newark - Genval - Pier 45)

About This Movie

So, this one, 'Last fourteen voicemails from my father', is really a raw exploration of memory and absence. It's shot on VHS, so you get that grainy, almost haunting quality that adds to the somber mood. The black and white visuals pull you into a reflective space, making the sparse sound design all the more impactful. The pacing? It’s deliberate, allowing you to really sit with the emotions conveyed through each voicemail. There’s a real intimacy in how the voicemails unfold, creating this sense of distance and closeness simultaneously. It’s not flashy, no big embellishments, just a deeply personal narrative that resonates on a human level, definitely feels like a labor of love.

Documentary with personal themesBlack and white aestheticsVHS to digital transfer