I've been through so many deaths in my seventy odd years. Death isn't terrible. The process of it is awful. It brings people into your life that you would not associate with under any circumstance. People say stupid things and invade one another's privacy. There is generally insensitivity and cruelty. Of course, the person we love is gone, but the whole rigmarole that takes place takes the starch out of the loving remembrances. The boy in this short is experiencing this. His friends are cruel and insensitive. His mother is a virago, given shrift by the death of her mother. I think the animation (which is quite remarkable) puts us in a kind of endless fog (which is appropriate).
Review of The Street
