Ovid.tv Presents NO LIGHT AND NO LAND ANYWHERE Review

Sunny California streams in the budget hotel window—cut—now neon lit night time city scape…

Scarcely clad on the floor – cut-- now fetal curled in the corner…

She scans the cancer meds of her father’s second wife—cut— she patiently helps the dying woman out of her diapers and into new ones…

Like the protagonist’s small suitcase carrying just a few items from London to LA, there seems to be not an ounce of fat in this tightly told weighty tale. Image one cuts to image two—conveying silently what otherwise might require many multiples of words to tell the story.

Most of us though, have had at least a fleeting taste of the fruits grown on the terrain she dwells in at some point in our lives. This is an emotional landscape populated with self-loathing, terror of abandonment and most of all, a deep hunger for connection, that ever drives the plot turns. SPOILER ALERT: When she finally meets that long lost father (Richard Sealey) , this writer felt we could look into his eyes and see in an instant how he telegraphs to the world not to expect anything from him, other than coming up empty. Great acting! Even the so-called bit players in minor roles are so real that we feel we are in the same room.