HELP ME IT'S DARK IN HERE
There’s lots of instruments everywhere. And there’s a guy and he looks a lot like the guy in the last film, who was definitely not me. So perhaps this definitely is not me. Then there’s a girl. Who’s definitely not the same girl as last time. Or maybe she is? Then there’s a motorbike for some reason and lots of words and some narration.
“Processing text and emotion at (near-literal) warp speed, James Cheetam’s RCA graduation work chronicles the minute-to-minute erraticism of heartbreak and memorialising a relationship. With disarming candour and tongue in cheek, Cheetam scores contradictory confessionals of scrolling type and voiceover to increasingly frenetic saxophone, implicating himself as noir’s quintessentially neurotic unreliable narrator. A cathartic, wryly funny, and deeply chaotic rumination on the inconstancy of ‘closure’ and mourning a lost connection that continues to fluctuate and reveal itself.”
— Jenna Roberts