For me, a scene defines it - the return to home of the mime near the stone wall. the colors, the angry, the expectation of the answer to the churtlishness of the fat man. the second good moment - the woman front to the musical box. it is a precise story. like each good short film. proposing the perfect picture because it use the memories of its viewers as basic ingredient. and the inspired contrast between Gari Hart, reminding a sort of Pierrot and Monte LaMonte as classic jerk.