Filmmaker Vituc has just released a new short film, “The Pleasure Of.” It’s two perfect minutes of the simple things in life (a melting ice cream cone, the half-asleep sense of two warm feet on an early summer morning). Vituc focuses everything on those hundred small moments that come and go so quickly in a day. They’re the sort of things, by their own small nature, destined to fade into the backdrop without some occasional help. But, man oh man, this is the good stuff.
What would you see in your own memory collage? I appreciate that Vituc’s scenes all orbit some lovely sense of not-at-all-lonely aloneness, which is something to be savored, to be held on the tongue, to appreciate alone or together as a compliment to the flavor of not-aloneness. Here’s one for me, again and again: a quiet walk home at the tail end of a summer’s day, the hum of cicadas heavy in the cooling night air - that small glorious window of time when late evening and dusk bump into each other, nod in quiet recognition, go their separate ways.