Two unnamed characters sit knitting in the heart of a non-descript wilderness. There is nowhere they've come from, and there is nowhere they need to be, and there indeed is no Godot that they wait for. While one’s deft fingers move smoothly across the needles and yarn, the other’s struggles are endearing and amusing in equal measure. However, her sole companion is far from amused at her inexpertise and is more than quick to express her annoyance and dismay. <br><br>
The film weaves itself with a sense of effervescence and humor, and yet, undercuts the frivolity when you least expect it with a sudden, jarring image of violence. The union of the two sentiments, of ease and adroitness with struggle and overpowering difficulty, becomes a crucial image, handled with skill. The visual grammar is employed remarkably to paint this experimental, absurdist, colorful space for the viewer. <br><br>
While the scene before you can conjure several metaphors depending on the viewer, the film presents, in no equivocal manner, an uplifting moment of warmth and companionship, enhanced in its portrayal by the chemistry of the actors. An entire spectrum of emotions is intertwined into the pattern, as the title, one about a knitting technique, offers a heartwarming metaphor for everything that unfolds within the film right up to its conclusion.


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