Skinamarink
Skinamarink does something that I found uncanny. It reminded me of what it was like to wander around the house late at night as a child while my parents were asleep or otherwise preoccupied. There’s the sound of bare feet on carpet, lights being flicked on, the muted rush of water from the toilet. It also captures all the different sources of light that keep the fuzzy darkness at bay, from the blare of ceiling lights, a solitary night light shining in a hallway and shimmering television screens. Within this nocturnal landscape, pajama-clad children play with toys in their rooms, in hallways or wherever the mood strikes. The movie captures all of these moments brilliantly.
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