Sad, awestruck, moved, and genuinely captured by the angst and souls of the characters in "Yes, Your Tide is Cold and Dark, Sir," I caught my breath over and over. The film shoves a burning conscience deep into your heart or your mind or your emotional sphere. Plot be damned in this film which privileges the murky dynamics of place over sensationalism, quiet nightmares over melodrama, and silence over screams. The surreal cinematic montage shuffles jaggedly beneath our feet in homage to the stream of consciousness thought by-products of our own minds. The linear narrative seems incidental to the real work being accomplished in this quiet film: how do we break each others' hearts without breaking each others' hearts.
