Papi, raconte moi
2026 · 2m
Directed by Nina Garcia
Tones: contemplative, melancholic, tender
An old soul takes refuge where time can no longer mark her, where only the right person will be able to glimpse her — among old souls still searching for who might accept their wounds.
Picked by Margot
The scouts
Two minutes of melancholic ghosts finding each other in the dark—formally restrained, emotionally assured, the kind of genre-adjacent chamber piece that could've been a greeting card in someone else's hands but here refuses sentimentality. Garcia trusts the premise enough to let it breathe, which is honestly the most subversive choice available.
A formally rigorous meditation on spectrality and acceptance that positions itself within a lineage of European art-cinema short forms—the constraint of runtime becomes a curatorial argument about what tenderness requires, and the editing's refusal of exposition feels like considered craft aware of its own restraint.
The decision to keep the refuge undefined—just negative space and shadow—makes the emotional specificity of each encounter land harder; Garcia's clarity about the interior emotional texture means the production design doesn't have to work, which is the rare small-budget intuition that costs nothing but changes everything.