Today’s POV is the queue at the produkty on Veteranov Street. The woman in front of me has a coat that smells of mothballs. The man behind is reading a newspaper printed on the day Yeltsin resigned.
I tilt the phone down. My own boots. Grey slush. A dropped coupon for buckwheat. russian amateur pov
"You haven't seen Russia until you've seen it through the glass that steams from the inside. Not the Kremlin's golden domes. Not the polished metro. The real Russia is the one that splashes mud onto your lens when the spring thaw comes." Today’s POV is the queue at the produkty
Logline: A 10-minute observational short following three Russians—a cab driver in Murmansk, a trucker on the "Road of Bones," and a teen on a dirt bike in a rural village—using only their point-of-view cameras. I tilt the phone down