The documentary represents a journal of the last year of someone's life. It tells the story of Buni and our final months together.
It is not a documentation of death, but a projection of what really matters. Buni helped my mother in raising me. Although we are not related, she was there for me. I started filming her when I felt that she was poor in health. It is obvious that a feeling cannot be transmitted in the sharpest, honestly human shape through the use of photography, film, or text. Nothing that is inside of us can be made VHS or DVD.
"A last year in 114 minutes" can only offer photocopied images of a story distorted by our own memories, becoming a reflection of ourselves in deformed mirror. |