How much can one imagine, feel, and how many times can one gain trust and lose trust in a voice, within only 4 minutes and 33 seconds? In the stillness and quietness of the first lock-down, while bodies are being trapped, new kinds of sounds and thoughts are finally being heard – are finally being said. In “The Last Name of John Cage”, the director tends to represent a certain kind of silence and plays with the spectators’ ability to fill in the blanks, and create their own images and stories. Silence becomes then a possibility to listen to our own patience, and look at our own sounds.
[TW: SA, r*pe]