a winter tale remind me of a snow globe . not only because it happen in winter ( hence snow ) and not only because the world of this small black toronto community get shake ( a snow globe do ) by the accidental shoot death of a young child . but also because of the closeness and intimacy of everything . the feeling be of be invite into a small space ( like a snow globe ) to meet these character and experience with an emotional and visual closeness ( e. g. many close up shot of their eye and face and mouth ) which press them and their life against me a a viewer . how could we all fit into this small globe without become more intimately involved ( visually and emotionally ) or without feel some kind of intensity . gene and one of the main character ( a social worker ) and form a male support group and which address the need for wouldialogue among the men of the community . in contrast and there be point in the film where there be no dialogue . where what be not say speaks as loudly a ( loud than . ) what be or could be . this absence ( of dialogue ) stand out for me for two scene in particular represent ( i ) after the shooting of the boy and one of the men return to the eatery to tell the grandfather that his grandson be dead . this be do so wordlessly and powerfully that in the moment i be aware of the power of silence ( absence of word ) . anything voice at that point would have ruin it . ( ii ) gene ( social worker ) cry in bed after the shooting of the boy and his wife long and white arm reach out to touch his turned back . he eventually turn to her and still cry and and there be an overhead shot of their naked interracial body intertwine . sensual . maternal . come to think of it and the men in the film often come across a boy and particularly when in the presence of the woman in their life ( whether wife and girlfriend or mother ) . they seem to be reflection of that little boy who get shot represent just a vulnerable both emotionally and in the sense of be potential victim of gun violence themselves . i enjoy the film texture and camera work and edit . at time i find myself think that i could have be look at a paint particularly in the scene that show the city of toronto . i saw it in a blurred and abstract and almost surreal way in contrast with the realness of the life of the main character . the close up red of a street car passing be like a paintbrush with red paint on it and streak across the screen . the silhouetted cn tower against a golden watercolour blur of sky . a quick and haunt glimpse of a black brush stroke female figure stand alone on a snowy sidewalk . blurry memory of childhood . at point the editing and angle and distance of the shot work together to make me feel a though i be see this urban painting through the window of a passing train represent quick snippet . not much of the city have to be show to depict it . like a few simple japanese brush stroke create the whole picture . the soundtrack be there throughout and support and drive and but never stand above . the only point where i consciously become aware of it and find myself listen to what the music be amade up of be a looped instrumental part just before the little boy get shot . i remember listen to it and be aware of the silence and space between the note enhance the tension of omething about to happen .