A short film.
He: Mikko Tuliniemi
She: Hilla Johansson
Woman: Kirsi Ulkuniemi
Boys: Anton, Niklas, Noel
Father: Sami Peltokangas
Written, directed and edited by: Samu Amunét
Produced by: Samu Amunét & Timo Peltokangas
Director of Photography & Colorist: Janne Amunét
Original score and narration by: Ben Winwood
1st AC & Grip : Sami Peltokangas
2nd AC & Art Department: Timo Peltokangas
Special thanks to: Ravintola Pannu, Nuclear Nightclub, Henry Johansson, Hannu Alakunnas, Susu Ainesmaa, Sari Köykkä & Juho Keskinen
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Oh wretched man of years spent in dusk.
When you are stretched and shrunk in heart, where now is your mask?
As the smoke clears around you and you find you are more frail than you feared,
You realize, that even strong men wear and break with use when worn down through the years.
You fight through the hours of wolves and blood, and wage war; on your pain.
Yet oh how these hands have hurt,
How they have held in them a sacred fire, How they have trembled like the hands of a liar
That twist oaths for sport, that toil in remorse, of every year swept and wasted.
All the promises you have failed to keep, They weigh hard on the chest.
They bring you to tread down in the deep of the sands of your regret,
Where your ghosts refuse to drown amid the sinking feeling.
And you have spent your life peeling back your soul. Picking away at the scars of old
Hoping to be someone's hero,
The one your heart has never known.
But what have you become?
What more than all you hate?
Yet in the absence of mistakes there would be no need for grace.
There would be no place for hope, to face forgiveness where you stand.
So if failure need not make a future,
Then love may make a man.