TONY

Chills. I remember that post-Chernobyl fear, and the film brought it back. Only now through a father and son.

TONY shows how a short film can be more cinematic than a feature. Light, sound, and silence all act like parts of a tragedy.

That slowness, that night air it's a pure French style. The horror isn’t loud here; it seeps quietly under your skin.

Every frame feels filmed through the haze of memory. At first it seems like a story about a madman, but then you realize it’s the world that’s insane.

This isn’t your typical horror, the terror comes from reality itself. The station scenes feel like a dream you can’t wake up from.

it wasn’t fear. it was despair and love twisted by radiation and time.

I felt the son was already gone, and the film is his father’s attempt to reach his ghost. That theme is handled subtly, almost subconsciously.

This film struck me with its brevity. Only nine minutes, yet the tension never lets go. A man searching for his son, born from the Chernobyl aftermath, feels like a metaphor for an entire generation.