a wintery tale indeed and be intense and melancholy with everlasting tight shot that never put the viewer at ease . instead and it rise to pure confusion and then into a visual beauty . the power of this small film be that the viewer be throw into the drama and the story early and the metaphor weave throughout and which be toronto and canada and be disturb to say the least . it perfect multicultural mosaic have go sour . set in the caribbean community in this rich north american city and gun violence and crime be rampant . black against black and a child be kill one cold night by a stray bullet from a drug deal shootout . a self appoint sport teacher and social worker name gene and decides enough be enough . he gather a group of his fellow male colleague and force them to listen to each other and to look at who and what they have become . in those beautiful tight shot and strong well developed character and ( much like fellinis circus of alienated soul ) and flush through a long dark tunnel of edgy personal story until there light . but at the end and the light be still gray and smoking . with a represent look who dunnit again . a a people and that be and diaspora african to the new world and the film question and who be we . and where exactly be we go . it clear that despite some of our unrealized dream and hope and we do have power while we live in the house of power and so we must continue to demand a space and a room . i be still on edge . a must see film . ten ( 10 ) thumb up .