Just photos. Life cut up into a frame.

The director, Tzurit Hartzion, takes us through the re-enactment of a love story: its highs and lows in fragments. He makes us wonder, along with the two characters, how much truth can or cannot be imprisoned, how much real feelings can or cannot be faked or relived.

This beautiful short film gently whispers as an album of memories and at the same time it is funny, loud and touching. The plot is simple: Zohar, a photographer, asks her ex, Ella, to recreate moments of their story and take some pictures for her exhibition. It’s been two years since they broke up and this reunion doesn’t sound such a good idea to Ella. She accepts the offer, maybe because she is feeling a bit guilty for the end of the relationship or maybe because Zohar even offered her money.

It’s just photos. It doesn’t look real because it’s not, so fake it. But can it really be faked?

The fiction makes the two women go back in time, dealing with their passions, while the audience discovers who they are but also how different memories can be. In the end – not giving anything away – things just don’t go as Zohar and Ella expected and the final shooting reveals at least another side of their faults and love.

Hartzion with her glance, that is amazingly clear, pure and capable of involving the audience after the first few minutes, makes the best use of a short-movie format and lets the photographs become part of the story itself as well as a frame for the whole film. We part form the final scene with a bittersweet taste in our minds: if life cannot be relived just as it was, it might be worth wondering what would happen if we tried.