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A fire watchman befriending flame is exactly the kind of premise that sounds like greeting-card sentimentality until you realize the film's actually about desire and consumption—but it never quite commits hard enough to the weirdness to justify the conceit.

There's a classical restraint here, a deliberate constraint of form that recalls the meditative traditions of mid-century experimental cinema, though the execution doesn't quite achieve the formal precision that would make it sing alongside genuine precedents.

Two minutes to make you believe a man can love fire—the film's entire architecture lives or dies on the specific texture of that relationship, and the sound design choice to let the flame breathe as a character rather than ambient is what almost gets you there.