AT THE END OF THE DAY
A trek into the wilderness, a friendly game of soft air, the flirtations of youth: this slow romantic foray into a sun-dappled forest becomes increasingly strange and dark. The slow curl of menace and the dreamy threading wanderlust of unchallenged youth begin to intertwine: as they notice one of them is missing, another one is quickly shot down by a man who slips in and out of the foliage like a phantom. Someone is there. And the play of war has suddenly turned into a frighteningly real hunt.
Andrew Harwood Mills