Vodka, Winter and the Cry of Violin

A moving film, from what one would assume to be a first time filmmaker. It would appear that the festivals know what there talking about. Filmmaker Steven Grahymn, has taken on a difficult subject matter and handled it with the care of a mother holding her baby for the first time. He tugs at the heart strings, playing them as though he has played the violin his whole life. The music that pours from this film is a tearful cry of hope, pain, suffering and joy.

If one can fault Steven, it would be for taking a subject matter which has been over done by just about every ingénue filmmaker, but again his approach is so subtle that even to fault him for such a grandiose vision would be a mistake. It takes courage and determination to make such a film, as it must have for those who went through such an ordeal. Steven has shown a respect for his story and it inspires the viewer to wonder just what's next for such a young filmmaker/actor/writer. Is this just the beginning?