Russian Amateur Pov -

I tilt the phone down. My own boots. Grey slush. A dropped coupon for buckwheat.

"POV: You're the last person to leave the soviet sanatorium. The key is cold in your hand. The floor creaks behind you. You don't look back. #RussianPOV #AmateurCinema" 3. Fictional Short Story Opening: "POV" Genre: Literary / Slice of life. The camera is a 2015 iPhone with a cracked lens. I hold it at chest level, the way they told me not to in the one film class I took before it folded. russian amateur pov

"You haven't seen Russia until you've seen it through the glass that steams from the inside. Not the Kremlin's golden domes. Not the polished metro. The real Russia is the one that splashes mud onto your lens when the spring thaw comes." I tilt the phone down

Today’s POV is the queue at the produkty on Veteranov Street. The woman in front of me has a coat that smells of mothballs. The man behind is reading a newspaper printed on the day Yeltsin resigned. A dropped coupon for buckwheat

Logline: A 10-minute observational short following three Russians—a cab driver in Murmansk, a trucker on the "Road of Bones," and a teen on a dirt bike in a rural village—using only their point-of-view cameras.