A short film that stays with you for a long time. Empathy for our main character - a tennis ball - builds rapidly via the universal uneasiness of a crossroads in life.
A commentary that implores, even forces, the viewer to consider their priorities in our dynamic world. Again, we're talking about a tennis ball here, but a period of stunned silence longer than the film itself is an appropriate reaction to this film.
Visually dynamic, Glander finds a way to animate the existential in a way that both masks and highlights the absurdity of life.
As quickly as Glander allows you to drift from Ball's world to consider your own reality, he snaps you back by closing the loop on the film's storytelling device, a voicemail that felt much less intimate two minutes earlier.
I should call my Grandmother...