They are a real collective of the old kind, working and sighing together, boiling eggs with the immersion heater, dancing with the only man at the Christmas party and faithfully feeding a few cats. Lena, Taya and Tamara are editors in a Kiev film studio. Dusty film cans containing the material of a glorious past are stacked in the dim corridors while the platters of ancient editing tables are turning.
Polina Kelm takes a tender look at a vanishing world in which films were made with dexterity and given respectful attention without the crunch of pop corn, a world which was about skills and yet stagnant like the whole country. It’s true the women at the splicers dream of a work like “Avatar” – knowing that neither their studio nor they will ever be part of that industry. But they’re doubtless right about one thing: a good film does not need 3D.
Grit Lemke

Our souls are similar to swans. We have only one strong real love in life. But real love doesn’t care about time and distance.