Slow Motions unfolds as an experimental sonata. A guiding voice weaves together three fragmentary stories: a sun mistaken for something else, the intimate loss of a tooth, and the fleeting smile of a neighbor taking out the garbage.
Rhythm and sound dictate the progression, inviting the audience to feel before understanding. With echoes of both personal memory and universal fragility, the film creates a state of suspended time, where the pulse of music sustains what image alone cannot hold.
