Angela Pitt Aka Myammee Bye bye, darling

In a film full of plaques and carded, two brothers discover that their father is dead. The hospital room is no more than a ramshackle hideout with the blinds half down. The light slips through the cracks so intense that still must be early. I speak of such pure light that causes sore eyes at breakfast in June, July and August while the house is completely silent and only hear out the bugs.
The image has the same pale blue photoshop in real life. Or perhaps a more sophisticated and expensive program they use in Hollywood. Pero cuando un sábado te suben la persiana hasta arriba de un tirón y te sacan de la cama con mentiras, misteriosamente la escena, los rostros, las paredes se tiñen de ese azul pale with photoshop.