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A short drama directed by Sophie King, written by Kate Radcliffe and starring Ophelia Lovibond and Jacob Anderson.

Jessica (Lovibond) and Max (Anderson) are expecting a baby. Although this is supposed to be good news, the soon-to-be-parents are facing complications involving the pregnancy, particularly Jessica, who appears to be quite anxious.

This short focuses less on the plot, concentrating instead on the effects the anticipation of having a baby has on the couple, especially Jessica. The film examines the emotional struggles she goes through, ostensibly because she is worried that something might go wrong with the pregnancy. Then the dramatic revelation arrives.

The twist makes the viewer question everything they saw before as it reveals that as well as being apprehensive about the future life-changing event, Jessica has also been devastated by a terrible experience that took place in the past.

As the story is told though her character's perspective, Lovibond's performance is vital in order for the film to work and she pulls it off terrifically, playing a woman who is distraught for reasons that are not clear, until the end. The film relies primarily on her facial expressions to capture her emotions, with plenty of close-ups utilised to capture that. Interestingly, while attending yoga classes with the apparent intention to help her relax during pregnancy, she does reveal that she is expecting when the instructor inquires, making one wonder why. Anderson is sympathetic as Jessica's supportive partner and, although their appearance is brief, Phoebe Pryce, Alex Bhat and Jordan Alexandra effectively portray individuals who know and support the struggling couple.

For the most part, this short is about pregnancy, exploring the anxiousness and uncertainty a future parent can go through and it also points out the significance of support. More dramatically, it is also a commentary about the effects of trauma and loss.

This short manages to squeeze a lot of drama in ten minutes and the result is the emotional and unsettling aftermath of a tragedy and great acting.

An enigmatic spy is on a mission to take down the leader of a crime syndicate wanted by the International Criminal Court, traversing the streets and the underworld of Rome, kicking criminal ass, and trying to look as fabulous as possible while doing so.

Andrea (Honsa) is an international spy on the trail of master criminal, Victor Pavlov (Zamperla), who is the head honcho of an organised crime syndicate currently operating across Europe. Andrea’s investigations have led her to Rome, where she intends to catch up to Victor and put him away for good, but there’s a few rounds of goons and henchmen to get through first before she can consider her work done. There is also the very important job of catwalking through some of Rome’s most famous landmarks by night, and making shapes on the cobbled streets as she throws hoods to the ground, that Andrea just can’t avoid taking time out for.

Andrea’s mission, you see, is to set the world free, and not just from criminal enterprises, but from the shackles of ordinariness and social norms. ‘Be whoever you want to be’, she says to an unsuspecting bystander as she hands him her handbag, which he clutches covetously – and this is the message that she wishes to spread through her work and the kicking of criminal butts. Andrea is fabulous and fashionable and fully committed to her role, which means that she always has to look great doing it, no matter if she’s fighting dirty, or is getting personal with the scum on the streets. Looks come first for Andrea, and everything else is just extra, including the fact that she is a cross-dresser.

Think more Conchita Wurst than Baga Chipz, and you’ll get a good impression of Andrea, with her full face of make-up and neatly trimmed beard to go with her lean physique and catwalk wardrobe. This ‘twist’ is added somewhat giddily by the filmmakers, overtaking almost the entire film in lieu of an actual plot, any sort of characterisation, or even minimal helpful backstory, leaving us with an idealised protagonist that stands only as a symbol rather than anything real. The writing from writer/star, Timo Honsa is extremely basic, and only furnishes us with enough stilted dialogue to string the fighting (and walking) scenes together, so we can get from one to the other, but without actually filling us in on any detail.

The laughably named Victor Pavlov, leaves us in no doubt that he is supposed to be Russian, sounding like he was named by JK Rowling in a rush when she needed to add in a bad guy Russian character, and the criminal syndicate he is in charge of never gets referenced as anything other than the cunningly titled, Crime Syndicate, showing a distinct lack of effort and originality. Bad guys spout stock bad guy one-liners while Andrea gets to try out her witty repartee as she bonks them on the head or whacks them in their knackers, but all lines are delivered with a horrible staccato tone that imparts nothing in the way of emotion, or intent, or intelligence.

For the five-and-a-quarter minutes that we spend with Andrea Alive in Rome, we are witness to three fight scenes and a few transitions, but there’s nothing much more than that. These are well handled and well shot by director, Wolfgang Stegemann, who keeps things pacy and intense, while making the streets of Rome look simultaneously menacing and beautiful, but most of the heavy lifting in the film comes from the soundtrack. A cover version of The Bee Gees’ ‘Stayin’ Alive’ is played throughout the entire film, giving a modern edge to the transition shots in the city, and leaning in to Andrea’s gender role in the lyrics as she goes around beating people up, but mostly it ups the intensity of the fight scenes and offers a sleek soundtrack to the fashionably dressed visuals. This, however, is the only main selling point of the film.

What Andrea Alive lacks in terms of plot or dialogue or characterisation it tries to make up for in its style and presentation, without ever managing to make up the distance between them. It is fully an example of style over substance, where looks mean everything and anything of value is left by the wayside for us grey-lived normies to cry over. Unfortunately, once the main conceit is revealed, and we see that what we’re watching is a guy in a dress beating up some cons on the street, that is really all we see and all we get, which makes for a very empty and unsatisfying watch that offers nothing interesting or new for the audience.

The Red Lips of the Octopus is an eccentric surrealist adaptation of the poem by Aleister Crowley that will either utterly confuse viewers or leave them spellbound by the avant-garde ideas.

The short film directed by Lux Kapsaki defies the conventional cinematic narrative with no dialogue and no linear storytelling and instead has a drug-fuelled, stylised aesthetic about nostalgia and memory. The film follows Aleister Crowley’s, played by Jeff Kristian, trip down memory lane as he reminisces about his intense love affair with Herbert Charles Pollitt, played by Brandon Edwards, in 1898. Crowley met Pollitt whilst both were at the University of Cambridge, with Pollitt famously performing as the drag queen Diane de Rougy. Pollitt also maintained a close friendship with Oscar Wilde. Despite the time period, this is no Victorian-era romance biopic such as Pride and Prejudice or Far from the Madding Crowd but instead a maddening sequence of scenes that lend themselves to more of an acid rock aesthetic with multiple dreamlike superimpositions, saturated colours and a hypnotic psychedelic rock score which is also composed by Jeff Kristian. This is what I liked about the film the most, as the visuals and score create a captivating mood that keeps you guessing where the film is heading next. There is so much creativity being thrown at the wall that not all of it sticks, but it is admirable all the same.

Narratively, this film is purposefully ambiguous and does not follow a straightforward plot. It is a labyrinth of the past and present colliding. Scenes are stitched together as if Crowley were drifting in and out of different memories he had with Pollitt. Fragments of memories are thrown upon the viewers with little to no explanation about what is truly happening, and each sequence is like its own short film. This structure allows for the film to feel more dreamlike and realistic to how someone would remember love rather than a standard plot structure that could feel artificial. It also means that the film follows the structure and emotion of the poem more closely.

Due to there being no dialogue in the film, the actors are therefore relying on facial expressions and body language to convey the feelings of the characters. Much like a silent film, it is the actor’s responsibility to portray the emotional hooks of the film with glances and subtle expressions. The job is made harder by how vague the plotting of the film is, so the actors cannot rely on the scripting to give emotional depth. Jeff Kristian manages to portray Crowley with a heavy weight of bittersweetness as he reminisces on his past. The character is happy with his memories that he had, but now as an older man he may wish to be that young, free and in love again.

It is hard to write about the negatives or criticisms of this film purely because this film is so experimental and surreal that it really does depend on the person’s taste. If you want a simple standard film that has dialogue and a traditional plot structure, then this film might not work fully for you. The ambiguity and open-to-interpretation nature of the film means that different viewers may come away with different perspectives on the meaning of the film and the themes it is trying to tell. The film requires patience, but its barrage of abstract ideas may put some viewers off.

Overall Lux Kapsaki’s adaptation of Aleister Crowley’s poem is a swing for the fences that must be admired for its ambition, technical craftmanship and commitment to surrealism. The film will not work for everyone and will be divisive, as many viewers could be confused by the ambiguity of the film and lack of true emotional connection to the characters. The film will appeal to viewers looking for something unconventional and different from a standard film.

Derived from the Japanese name Satoru, roughly translating to "to know", this film of the same name follows a grieving mother, Stephanie, who longs to understand what happened to her missing daughter. When she learns of an ancient ritual called Satoru, she must decide whether to resist temptation or give into curiosity and invoke it. Directed by Andrew Short and Veronica Orciari, this surreal horror asks whether some things are better left unknown.

The opening scene features Stephanie visiting Emma and Jacob, though it is unclear what the relationship is between her and the couple. It seems likely Emma is either Stephanie’s younger sister or best friend. Whether it is intentionally vague to assist the motif of ‘not knowing things’ or not, it feels like essential information that the audience should be privy to. However the main draw of this scene is the simple but effective conversational arc shared by the three, feeling more akin to theatre than film in a fantastic display of understated direction, blocking and cinematography. This scene serves to explain the plot and, despite a rather convenient and on-the-nose delivery, it manages to achieve this in a way that keeps the audience firmly engaged.

Light on jump-scares, Satoru’s horror lies within the agonising tension throughout the piece. Short and Orciari achieve this through expert use of uncanny elements, such a stand-out sequence in which Stephanie pursues who she believes to be her daughter, only to discover it is someone else entirely. The representation of the Satoru creature itself also aids the tone of the film, with blink-and-you’ll-miss-it appearances sporting a surreal and simplistic design.

Perhaps the most effective, albeit subtle, aspect of the tone is the wonderful score and sound design. The music composed by Haana Lee knows exactly when to ramp up the fear with a composition that evokes dread, but is mature enough to know when to let the silence speak for itself, handing over to Michael Griggs’ stellar and eerie sound design to carry the tension alone. This marriage of score and sound plays like a perfect relay race, knowing precisely when to handover to one another.

With all this considered, and a simply spectacular emotional performance from lead actor Sarah Lambie, Satoru is a near-perfect horror from imaginative concept to meticulous execution. Compelling acting, a score that keeps the heart racing, and a story that makes the heart ache – this film is sure to stay with audiences long after the credits roll…

The new one-room action thriller Chekhov’s Bun is riveting, shocking and a great deal of fun. Writer-director Beau Fowler’s short film is about a woman, with a husband and daughter, who is struggling with the preparation of some baked goods for her daughter’s birthday party. Part way through the preparation, a man appears; a face from a past long forgotten. He persuades her to return to a life of crime and leave this comfortable family bubble behind, but she’s not having it... and it’ll take a fight to the death to convince her otherwise.

From a practical filmmaking point of view, the setup is ingenious; basing everything that happens in one kitchen means that the geography is clear, and the director is able to turn the limitation of a single-room setting into a weapon – much like our ex-assassin protagonist and the many ways she finds to utilise her domestic surroundings to her tactical advantage. An essential aspect of the setup working well lies in the kinetic, Raimi-meets-John-Woo nature of the cinematography. Seemingly every shot consists of some dynamic movement of the camera – either with the intention of revealing some further information within the shot, or to mimic/complement the intensity of motions from our subjects on screen.

It’s refreshing to see someone understanding why wide-angle lenses exist. Critics frequently point to their overuse in the current landscape of cinematography – the fact that many DPs seem to be building their whole visual style around an 18mm without apparently comprehending what a lens like that can and can’t accomplish on a level of composition and camera blocking. Yet here, the filmmakers know that it’s the perfect way to capture speed and agility; to pull the audience into the action through a dynamic push-in, or how to implement a dolly shot to shrewdly place an item of importance in the foreground. This style works even better in a tight environment because it places something the audience is familiar with (a kitchen) into a fresh cinematic context.

Addressing what might be a common complaint, you could easily argue that the plot is contrived. And whilst certainly many titles match in premise (an early set-piece in the first Kill Bill movie comes to mind), the fact is, a short film is a different beast. Often, a short-form work exists as a space of play, experimentation, and a method in which to showcase talent. The talent on display here is obvious from the outset – the visuals being the thing – and frankly, as soon as we get to the fighting, we level up a notch. The choreography is outstanding – every beat clearly thought-through, every increment of movement and timing rehearsed until it’s perfect. For a short film, the arrangement of this fight scene is an awesome achievement.

If you’re a fan of action movies, I would highly recommend Chekhov’s Bun. The short exists to deliver pure thrills through balletic action, and does so exceptionally well with the help of some sturdy visual work behind the camera. Starring Amelie Leroy and Eric Lim as her kitchen opponent.

According to the UNHCR, there are around 550,000 refugees currently having claimed asylum in the UK, with a further 75,000 applications, relating to around 100,000 individuals, looking to get processed in the year up to March 2026. These numbers equate to less than 1% of the population of the UK being made up of refugees, with around half of these being made up of Ukrainians escaping war, as well as Hong Kong and Afghan nationals escaping persecution, who have been welcomed using resettlement schemes.

These numbers are beginning to fall, mainly because most of the Ukrainians and Hong Kongers have already been relocated, but the numbers of small boat crossings in the English Channel is also down. The government would have you believe that this is all down to their hard work and determination to ‘control our borders’, but by March 2026 around 42% of all asylum seekers since 2018 had arrived by small boat. It is easy to see that numbers like these, year on year, are still unsustainable, but it is important to see that the real numbers are a far cry from what certain hard-right nationalists would have you believe.

Angry little ‘nationalists’ like Stephen Yaxley-Lennon, who likes to call himself ‘Tommy Robinson’ as an homage to a prominent, violent football hooligan(!), want to tell you that every problem in society is created by the incoming wave of refugees to the country, jumping on any news story that involves asylum seekers and then painting everything they do in a dark light. The ignorant and supercilious Elon Musk also likes to get in on the act, through his hate-speech machine and personal megaphone platform, X, continually wading in on issues that have got nothing to do with him and which he knows absolutely nothing about, just to stir up hatred and unease, because a confused and angry electorate is easier to control when you’re working for some of the biggest warmongers in the world. It would be better not to even talk about the leader of Reform UK, so let’s not.

Instead, let’s look at writer/director, Lorenzo Harani’s new short film, Home, which actually lets us look at the people who are being talked about as mere statistics. In four short minutes we are invited to speak with just some of the people who have sought asylum in the UK and who are being helped by the London charity, Compass Collective. Through their words, and the voice of one of their members (Shah), we can directly hear their pleas to just wake up in a place where they don’t fear for their lives. The loss and pain are etched deeply onto each of their faces as we are introduced to them in turn, and they tell us what they hope for in a new place, in a new world, in a place they one day would like to call home.

Much like what Ken Loach and his screenwriter Paul Laverty knew when they made The Old Oak (2023), Harani knows that you can’t talk about these people until you start to talk about them as people. Having spent time at the Compass Collective, talking to and getting to know the refugees that are shown in his film, Harani understands that things are not as black-and-white as they are made out to be in short news bulletins, or on dubious, unsubstantiated, unregulated websites. He has taken the time to hear their stories and really see the people underneath, and so has turned to us, to highlight their stories and show us the faces of those we would condemn, to see if we can see the humanity in ourselves as we look at them.

Sadly, there’s not an awful lot of time to spend with each of the refugees in the film, and we only get one voice speaking for all the others, in a short four-minutes that only scratches the surface of what the lives of these asylum seekers is like. There are a few artistic shots interspersed amongst the talking heads, of crashing waves and flocks of birds in flight and such, but not much more that would help constitute Home as a film rather than an infomercial. While Harani’s heart is in the right place and his intentions are pure, with Home we are left at a bit of a loss as to the nuances of becoming a refugee, of choosing the UK as the country of destination, and of what these people would like to do as a working, tax-paying citizen.

With all of the civil unrest that has exploded in the last few days and weeks in the UK, with alleged rapes of many young girls by asylum seekers, and the turning of whole communities in Glasgow against individuals who they ‘think’ might be involved, as well as marches and protests and the ever-present hotel room housing debate, it is important that people are faced with the facts before being asked to make up their minds about how we help those who have come to us in their time of need. While Home tries to at least put a face to the people at the sharp end of the statistics, it is very limited in the facts it portrays, and instead, in giving its subjects a voice and a platform for their hopes and their opinions, may end up having the opposite effect than the one hoped for by the filmmakers, as certain hardliners will only hear more people saying that they want to come to the UK to live a good life, to take the jobs that are here, and to be a part of the state system.

However, maybe that is the point. Perhaps we should all take four-minutes out of our day to watch Home, to gauge our reactions to what we see and hear, and find out just what kind of a person we are by how we respond to desperate people asking for human dignity and a safe place to live their lives.

Glinting follows a grieving husband, Jack (Eoin O’Sullivan), as he begins to sense his wife’s presence in the dust particles that catch a light around him. These dust particles draw him into moments that blur the line between memory and reality. The short piece is a harrowing depiction of grief, memory and loss, and how the central character copes with the glinting dust in his home.

The piece immediately draws the viewer into the experience by providing no context for the central character's empty home, as he is drawn to the glinting dust. While the lack of characterisation and context is daunting at first, the filmmakers ensure each scene is crafted with a clear intent to showcase the damage grief can cause to an individual. The absence of dialogue creates an isolating, thought-provoking atmosphere as the central character struggles to make sense of his late wife’s sudden appearance in their home. It's a difficult watch, but its unique formalism and harrowing presentation make it essential viewing. The surreal, dreamlike presentation of the central character’s memories during moments of stillness is highly effective, powerfully reinforcing the film’s themes and ideas.

Serving as the film's cinematographer, Jamie Doyle primarily employs fixed wide shots of the house to emphasise its emptiness, punctuated by close-ups of objects scattered throughout. This approach effectively frames the central character’s home as a space where memories of his late wife are evoked through everyday objects and drifting dust particles, blurring the line between memory and reality. At times, the camera also shifts to extreme close-ups of the central character in anguish, and this is incredibly devastating to witness as a viewer. Another incredible technical aspect is Karima Dillon El Toukhy’s musical score. The score is evocative with its hypnotic motifs that ultimately anchor the tension and severity of the central character's grief. Each musical cue feels perfectly suited to its scene, resulting in an unforgettable viewing experience.

Eoin O’Sullivan delivers a compelling central performance as Jack, anchoring the film from beginning to end. He conveys so much with his facial expressions alone, making the experience all the more visceral through the raw honesty of his performance. Much of the narrative is focused on his performance, and the film wouldn't work without his commanding screen presence. The supporting players also leave a memorable impression despite their lack of screen time.

While the piece doesn't offer much beyond its portrayal of a character processing his grief, its condensed runtime is well utilised, and it rarely puts a foot wrong. Each editing choice is profound, and it never overstays its welcome despite how harrowing its themes and ideas are. It's a deeply emotionally resonant experience, particularly in its exploration of the lasting damage grief can cause. The focus on themes of regret is also apt; the piece alludes to the importance of cherishing every moment while you still can and opening up to another individual before it's too late. The piece leaves the viewer soaring with hope, as the title suggests, the glinting dust shining with flashes of profound memory.

Glinting is a harrowing experience with a dreamlike presentation to convey its emotionally resonant themes of grief, memory and loss. Aided by a terrific central performance and a hypnotic musical score, the film is an effective piece of filmmaking that doesn't shy away from the sheer isolation of grief.

Directed by Iona Judge and written by/ starring Holly Higbee, Limits follows the story of Becca – a young woman figuring out how to traverse her own life while simultaneously managing her brother Rhys’ reemerging addiction, considering if she is able to manage it at all…

A profound and visceral story on paper, one of the major constraining elements of this concept that is otherwise grounded in realism is the inclusion of unnatural dialogue. Throughout the piece characters say exactly how they feel at all times with little room for subtext which, in contrast to people’s behaviour in real life, comes off as artificial. Lines such as “you’re my baby sister” from Rhys to Becca, read more like exposition to the audience rather than something that two close siblings would genuinely say to one another. In this particular case the information being conveyed is something viewers would be able to pick up on through the context already presented, resulting in a screenplay that doesn’t seem to trust its own audience.

While the aforementioned simplistic dialogue leaves the performances with little room for nuance, Holly Higbee’s portrayal of Becca elevates the text significantly. With superb acting choices and a sensitivity that hides behind the character’s facade of having everything together, Higbee grounds the narrative by providing us a character to truly connect and sympathise with.

For such a meditative subject matter, the editing can feel rather jarring at points, cutting between shots too quickly where the scene would benefit from focussing on a particular subject. This leaves the story seeming unsure of what to concentrate on. However the editing does have its moments, such as in Rhys’ freakout scene, cutting between his and Becca’s separate reactions in a really unique and fascinating creative choice. Speaking of which, the cinematography by Sivan Gharib stands out as one of the main strengths of the piece with striking frames, created in moments such as Rhys and Becca’s hallway row and the later bedroom scene, using high contrast and limited lighting to heighten the emotional impact in these instances. There is also a profoundly delicate employment of symbolism throughout the piece in which Rhys gifts Becca sunflowers that slowly wilt as their relationship deteriorates, only to be eventually replaced with flowers of her own choosing.

While it is hard to pinpoint the exact artistic intention of Limits, and the themes/ characters seem distracted, there are real saving graces within the strong central performance, powerful symbolism and brilliant uses of visual storytelling – the latter of which this short would have benefited from a stronger focus on. Ultimately this story carries heavy themes with sincerity and will provide a thought-provoking viewing experience to anyone watching.

Therapy is a scene written as part of a comedy-drama pilot that writer and director Neil Crittenden worked as a short film. The plot follows the couple Chris and Bex as they see a counsellor and discuss Chris’ drinking problems and suicide attempt. After an emotional account of events, where Chris opens up about his mental health and the lack of attention he has been giving to his son, we realise that Bex was never there. Chris is actually discussing his grief and the impact of his loss, whilst audiences were previously able to visualise the person he misses and yearns for.

The plot of this short film is easy to follow, with lots of strong dialogue throughout. Despite it being somewhat simplistic in its nature, the narrative is hard to engage with as the performances are not always strong or believable. The continuity error of the counsellor suddenly having glasses on when the shot returns to his focus may evict audiences further out of the story if noticed. Another noticeable issue is the allusion to Bex not being at this appointment; this effect seems out of place and lacking power.

The twist of seeing how someone who is no longer alive may respond to what is going on currently in the present is very interesting. The shock of her absence can hook viewers in as the stripped-back short reveals deeper layers through this surprise. Despite character Bex passing, we can resonate with her warmth and affection from seeing her in the film. This allows viewers to sympathise with the protagonist, Chris, as we understand who he is missing.

Despite some technical disadvantages, I applaud the filmmaker for using what was available to them and following their vision through. The scriptwriting, which promotes the emotional vulnerability of the character Chris, is powerful, with the project adding to the very vital media representation of topics like grief, addiction and mental health.

An unsuspecting charity shop customer becomes embroiled in a deadly game of fate and chance, as they find out that the only way to leave, may be with more than they bargained for.

It’s a lazy afternoon in the charity shop. Outside, the sun is shining, but on the inside it’s unseasonably dark and gloomy. Baz (Casar) has only just come in for a shoe-horn. After quickly finding something that’ll sort him out, Baz eventually finds that he’s the only one in the shop – he can’t even find the shopkeeper. There’s something not quite right about this little charity shop. There’s something eerie going on. In fact, the charity it’s funding might as well be called the Mogwai Protection League.

It seems the enigmatic shopkeeper (Ladwa) has been hiding under the desk all along, and after quickly popping up to serve Baz, he becomes very shifty and suspect in his manner. Suddenly, the centrepiece wedding dress in the middle of the store becomes the topic of interest, and the shopkeeper seems very insistent that it’s just the very thing for Baz to take away with him. Subterfuge and intrigue are scattered around to widen the narrative a little, along with the hint of a voyeuristic dementor who’s in charge of the whole affair. Now Baz must think on his feet, fight for his life, and channel his inner bride, if he’s to get out of the charity shop alive.

Told in a short seven-minutes, Easy Sell is a one-shot chamber-piece dramedy that’s a bit of throwaway fun. It runs through its set pieces nice and quick, and even if we’re only moving from the counter to the middle of the shop, we feel each new scene as separate from the last, with each having its own point of view and dialogue setup, as though it were a three-act play. The intrigue gets exposed and expands in a typical way, with no surprises coming from the scenario or the dialogue, all the way up to the glaringly obvious twist at the end. The humour that sits alongside the drama keeps things light and entertaining, with both leads doing a good job of playing things for laughs, even if they are genuinely few and far between.

The music from Sean Fitzgerald also keeps things light and jaunty, with its kitschy muzak tones contrasting with spooky piano and strings during the darker moments. The direction, too, from co-writers and directors, Ken Abalos and Ash Meshkati, is solid but fun, getting the right angles to create an off-kilter feel, while also making sure to capture the comedy moments from the actors. As a quick comedy sketch, Easy Sell is just that. It’s quick and easy and not hard to recommend for a little bit of fun. It’s well made, and well played, and even if you only watch it once before punting it onto someone else, Easy Sell is well worth the price you pay for it on YouTube.