Vincent Zambrano’s latest work is a modest yet cogent potrayal of the human experience. This short film presents the emotional progression that the main character James, Otto Sanchez, goes through upon seeing the body of his wife in their bedroom, the result of a mysterious suicide.
Being an avid viewer of feature length films, I found myself initially wanting more from the scenes. I craved for details, explanations, and deeper conversation between characters. But upon seeing the film for a second time, I realized the genius and cleverness of what Vincent was aiming for.
The film forces you to use your imagination, to fabricate your own theories and conclusions with the end result being that you get to sit with this movie in a more intimate way. The scenes are set up in a manner that rids the film of extraneous elements and over emphasized theatrics.
From the very beginning, you are in the moment with James. You see the delight in his face after arriving home, eager to see his wife, and you feel the terrible pain he experiences after the realization that his she is dead. James forces you into his soul as he fumes in anger wondering why his love would do such a thing only to breakdown moments later wishing it all wasn’t so.
As the film progresses, you feel the lifelessness in his step and his indifference towards the world. In one scene, James has a casual encounter with a woman in a bar restroom and while engaged in sex, all he can think about is his wife whose face becomes transplanted onto the woman he’s with.
Finally after the despair and sorrow consume him, James strips himself of his last earthly attachments and walks into the ocean, at ease, in peace, only with the notion of being rejoined by his wife at the hands of his own suicide.
For those of us who’ve experienced loss and the darkness of depression, The Moment I Died grasps us by the hand and speaks to us. It brings us to terms with reality and the delicacy that is life.
Vincent Zambrano has created for us a trip through the world of emotion and pain that I honestly feel will resonate in the viewer for some time after leaving the theatre. Through James, we embark on an emotional roller coaster and return at peace. The closing scene will make you ponder, how far will I go for love…………….
Review by Alexis Corchado
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