Atmosphere, that's something I want to talk about here. It can be a hard task to deliver through words but Ra Inta turns that white expanse of page space into a snowy wilderness so vivid it will have you reaching for a coat. We open on a juxtaposed mixture of gritty wood chopping and a child (Charley) sledding, getting more and more reckless while protected by the guidance of his wise father (Bo).

We quickly learn that this is a father and son trapped in the conditions of their world with nothing but a cabin for comfort - a home that's absent of a mother.

CHARLEY
Dad, how much longer are we going 
to be here?

BO
Once it stops snowing, son. Once it 
stops. We’ll be all right.

Hope however quickly turns to horror as this supposed survival story twists into something more surreal. Bo and Charley run for it, fleeing their cabin as something ominous rumbles through their lives. They run to somewhere new. Somewhere forbidden. What they discover will surprise you just as much as them, and you'll probably "get it" just at the right moment.

This is a script which manages to build mystery and unfold it with a masterful pace, causing you to become increasingly fascinated with the explanation and meaning behind it all. I'm not going to spoil the surprise ending but that meaning is something we can all probably relate to right now. This is a clever commentary on our current political climate and, with that in mind, I encourage short filmmakers looking for something like this to act fast, strike while the iron is hot, and not be left out in the cold.