The fifteen minute short film Patch is slow and dreary in tone, though also a dignified treatment of an important subject.
Two people in the same small town are dealing with the death of a loved one. A middle aged woman has just returned to town to bury her mother. An older man is still missing his wife every day a decade after her death.
The woman is struggling with having to deal with a house full of the objects and smells that remind her of her mother. The man laments that when he holds the pillows, the clothes of his wife, there is no longer the smell that used to remind him of her.
It’s sad of course, and some of the things they say are moving, but I can’t say it connected with me in a big way.
I also didn’t get the symbolic stuff. There are scenes of children interwoven occasionally into the story, mostly running or playing along a road that the main characters drive on. There is also one of those cross and flowers memorials along the side of the road that indicates a fatality took place there.
So I don’t know if the kids are real kids, if they’re kids who were killed there that the memorial is for, if they’re the childhood versions of the people these main characters are mourning, if they’re the childhood version of these main characters, or something else entirely.
Then again, stuff like that almost always goes over my head.