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Clive is an old film projectionist in the twilight years of his life. As a true expert in his craft, Clive clicks and snaps the 35mm projector into action for many audiences. There is one film in particular he holds close to his heart: an 8mm film strip. He carefully weaves through the frames, projecting its images while holding it up to the light. When suddenly, some new-age digital buffs come in with the theater owner during a show. They seem to take interest in the room, rather than it’s magnificent contents of film projection. Clive starts to suspect that his craft is close to being kicked to the curb. We turn to his calendar, and today is marked with the name “Mary.”
Later at home, Clive is conflicted and nervous, when the doorbell rings. His wife, Charlotte, urges him on. He hesitantly opens the door to see his daughter Mary, along with his granddaughter, Sarah. Mary blows right past Clive; years of unresolved tension between father and daughter. Mary reluctantly drops off Sarah and departs for her business trip.
The next day, in the projection booth, Clive continues to look at the 8mm strip, seeing more glimpses of the past. His daydream is broken up by voices outside the door. Clive desperately tries to listen, but all he can see is the owner sign a document with a devious smile. Clive’s cigarette catches the beloved film strip on fire. In the heat of the moment, film stops being projected; the audience is angry! The theater owner enters in a fury and sees the aftermath of the incident, appalled.
Clive is in distress from the future, but that fades when he sees Sarah holding up a 35mm film strip. Her curiosity in the film strip inspires him to take her to his projection room…
When they open the door, they see that everything has been replaced with a digital projector. The theater owner hands him a severance check. Workers throw all of his film prints into the dumpster.
He sees his 8mm film hanging off the side of the dumpster. He takes it, but he’s frozen. Sarah pulls him away, taking him to watch the sunset. He takes his granddaughter home and builds her a makeshift projection room made out of pillows and blankets. With an 8mm projector in the middle, he loads up his 8mm film strip, clicking everything into place.
As the film plays on the makeshift screen, it’s revealed that it’s an old home movie of himself and Mary when she was a kid. Mary enters and sees the memory playing on the screen. Tears fall as the loving bond comes back that the three of them share. A bond he’s held onto with the magic of film.
Directed by Mark Gerard DiSalle (USA)