"After the Freeze", a strange and complex film.

"After the Freeze", a strange and complex film.

There are two ways to watch this Tenley Eakin Raj movie. One way is to watch it quickly, assimilating a simple love story, which gets complicated, as love stories with old flames always do, and eventually ends because life is unpredictable. Another way to watch it is carefully and slowly, trying to understand, as in an autopsy, that what this new communication of the social networks offers us is a distorted vision of reality. Reality, I think, is not in the questions and answers that appear on a social network screen. That, whether we like it or not, is virtual reality.

Not talking to someone, seeing them, hearing their voice live, shapes or modifies our interpretation of what we are interacting with. And that, explicitly stated in this story of Tenley, is what worries me. And it’s also what catches me.

The protagonist is a poet, and that’s not a coincidence of the script. Poetry is metaphor, and the film itself can be a metaphor. Your old love, perhaps your true love, appears in your life after ten years. Is your life the Facebook page? This reunion apparently leads her to a reunion with the past, but it is also an encounter with herself, if we can ever meet ourselves.

Sure, but this would be the complex way to try to understand "After the freeze". I remember that when I read Truman Capote’s "Cold Blood," I found there some magic in the confusion that was generated by mixing fiction with documentary. This time I found some magic in seeing a story told almost virtually. I would say it is necessary to see it.