Short films are rarely shown on the big screen. They aren’t given the red carpet treatment, nor afforded the luxury of a premier showcase. It is a fickle medium, the films sometimes disappearing into the ether of the internet without a chance to truly shine.
For those lucky enough to survive obscurity you might stumble across them online, on Facebook or YouTube. Watch them on your laptop or your phone, catching the bus or on your couch at home. All perfectly acceptable ways to watch a film. But when you see them on the big screen, in a crowded room with likeminded people, a bag of popcorn in your hand, something happens. You are immersed in the medium, and the films are elevated to a new level.
There aren’t enough short films screened in Dublin. November 22nd, we are continuing to change that.
Short films pick us out of our seats and drop us into another world. With only our wits we have to work out the rules of this new place. We get a story with nothing left to cut.
It demands attention.
Short film, at its core, is a generous art form. A good short asks a question and doesn’t let the audience off the hook with an answer. It demands to be thought about, discussed and argued over.
A Short film is, and stop us if this is too much of a reach, short. It’s a small, precious thing which can so easily be lost or overlooked. A short film is a spark in the darkness. A spark that needs to be gently blown on, to be fed kindling for it to burst into flame.
It demands care to reach its potential.