ALL MY ANGELS

Somewhere between despair and stubbornness, a quiet "I'm still holding on" can be heard. Not pompously, not heroically - just more humanly. The world seems to have shattered into pieces, and a person is standing among them, deciding not to leave. Not because he believes, but because he doesn't know how to do otherwise. There are no pink wings or heavenly choirs here, only burnt dreams, frozen like ashes on the tongue, and a strange, burning feeling – that you still have to live. The music seems to come from within the storm itself: muffled, strained, with that trembling echo when your chest is empty but your voice still rings out. No mysticism, no salvation - just an honest admission that hope can be stubborn, even when the angels are silent. Directors: Jack Rudder, Thomas Elliott, SPEED Cinematographer/Lighting: Pablo Barnes Editing: Jack Rudder Color: Thomas Elliott