Ten minutes. Ten plays. Two hours. This is my 2011 version of short films which I am passionately addicted to. Ten catholic plays, each playing for ten minutes. All delivering a unified message.
At the end of all, a vote was casted. One particular short play caught my attention. Missing the Lights, it was entitled. It started with a video of a normal city day with cars and pedestrians swifting by, followed by the two main characters drowned in the busyness of a day. Minding their own businesses, they were engulfed by their day-to-day routine. There was a scene where the girl, quoting from her favorite book, recited her ideal man. The guy, on the other hand, uttered a verse from his book, transcribed in it the meaningful solitude.
Their paths crossed. Their lives intertwined. They got entangled in the web of couple-hood. It was destroyed by miscommunication in the middle, and they parted ways in the end, the scene portrayed a re-enactment of the initial set-up where they were consumed by cars and pedestrians swifting by. But this time, they traversed the frequented two paths with a great distance in between. The conveyance of separation is undeniable.
I find this profoundly poetic, and the limitation to two characters who acted very effectively left an impact. No other props were evident, except for the change in clothes twice, a bag, shoes, and chairs depicting union or the lack of it. But the meaning was powerfully sent across; ten minutes sufficed. The topic of all the plays was love, and the negation to it imprints likewise. I casted my vote, drew a big check next to its title, tried to influence my friends to vote unanimously, but free will dictated otherwise. The messages were understood subjectively, but they all invoked 1 Corinthians just the same. 'And the greatest of these is love'. :)
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