Shuli Huang’s short film unfolds as a dialogue – at times real, at times imagined – between him and his mother: the young man calmly defends his life choices, from his artistic vocation to his attraction to men, while the woman is overwhelmed by the panic of seeing him irrevocably drift away from the model of the perfect son which others - relatives, neighbours, acquaintances - seem to have ingrained in her. The images, shot with a Super-8 camera, exude the warmth and the solar nostalgia that characterize the remembrance of a generic, postcard-like childhood, beneath which, the filmmaker suggests, boil the passions and the insubordination which will eventually define us as adults. (Liri Chapelan)