I posted a link to this on Twitter and some folks liked it, so I decided to give the link a permanent home here.
A post-apocalyptic story.
An Ethiopian post-apocalyptic story.
An Ethiopian post-apocalyptic romance story.
An Ethiopian post-apocalyptic romance and scifi story.
A Surrealist Ethiopian post-apocalyptic romantic scifi story that is award-winning and directed by Spanish director Miguel Llansó.
Given all of these various ways to describe Crumbs, one might expect that it could be too different from genre standards, too convoluted, or, frankly, too unusual to enjoy.
But it isn’t. It’s a little unusual, yes, but for all of its variations on the typical post-apocalyptic genre, the film is a pleasure to watch and think about.
Trailer on Vimeo: Crumbs.
Candy and Birdy live together in the back of a now-defunct bowling alley centuries after the end of traditional life. An alien ship hangs above the earth, quiet and perhaps dead.
Candy goes out to scavenge and trade while Birdy stays at home, building art pieces from scrap metal and glass.
One day, while sitting in the bowling alley, the ball return suddenly and unexpectedly starts up and one lone ball returns along the track. It’s deposited next to her. When Candy returns and she tells him about the incident, the two of them consider possible meanings. Has the alien ship awoken? If so, what does it mean? Candy sets out on a quest to discover why things have begun to change. This is his odyssey and, while he’s gone, Birdy has her own.
That life is somehow changing, they know, but why and what it will mean for them in the end, they do not.
They each have personal concerns that go far deeper than their worries about the space ship. Candy worries that he is not brave enough to protect Birdy should he need to. Birdy is devoted to her art and to the pop culture relics they both revere. She prays to an enshrined photograph of Michael Jordan, hoping and believing that he will protect Candy. She gives Candy a plastic toy sword from Carrefour to protect himself with during his travels, and for those who might smirk at the idea, it does, in fact, do just that.
Crumbs tells us–rather, reminds us–that the true ending of the world as we know it can be a very personal thing. And it doesn’t have to involve bombs or wars or disease. It can be as simple and as profound as the end of a belief.