Directed by: #LewisDGilbert
Written by: Lewis D. Gilbert
I am always super paranoid about people knowing stuff I am doing. Your phone is tracking you, Google is trying to sell you e cigarettes and M-16’s and I’m sure the government are reading my letters. So to prevent all this I try to abstain from having a smartphone, giving out any information about myself. Heck I won’t even have LinkedIn, because you don’t need to know where I work, get away from me.
So imagine my fear when writer and director Lewis D. Gilbert presents to me the idea of ghosts watching and judging me from above....have we no privacy anymore...thanks ghost.
Short film An Endless Love tells the story of George, a widowed man who has lost his lady love some years back, and so ritualistically he plays “their” song on their anniversary and reminisces about the good old days, stroking a framed image from one of those old people wingback chairs. Classic grief stance, but all is not as it seems as George is not alone.
Up springs the very real ghost of his departed lover [who, by the way is way out of his league, my guess is this dude is super rich, or really good in bed, one of the two because no way he could score this chick] and much to his surprise she is super pissed, even in death you men can never escape the wrath of an angry lady. Look forward to that.
She knows that George has not been able to keep it in his pants [What!!! Now he has 2 ladies!] and that her gang of ghostie friends had informed her of his wandering eyes during their time together, and so she has come to make him feel super bad about being a lying, cheating scum, clearly not a lot going on in heaven at the time.
So let’s chat film stats. This is a budget #shortfilm, which is obvious from the get go, but it requires little to execute the storyline, this is a tale of two people, a hashing of the past, we don’t need the bright lights and fan fair of Hollywood to express the purpose of this tale, and despite the awareness we have of the small budget, the visuals do the job.
Acting is competent, to the point and executed confidently, we can feel the despair from George and the rage from Janice, they bounce off one another with ease and each line is developed by the actors so it feels not read from the page.
Some of the acting from Philip Ridout gets a bit hammy at the end as he falls to his knees and does the classic clenched fist ‘’Nooooooooooo’’ kind of moment, but hey his dead wife just told him to ‘’do one’’ so you know he is probably feeling a bit odd.
This is a moralistic tale, making us aware that even though we may feel that we have dodged a bullet as they say, the guilt will eventually get you. You can never really escape your shame and your mistakes and so is it not better to learn from them and develop? For if not so, pesky ghosts are going to come and make you feel bad about yourself, and that’s just going to ruin your day.