Dawn (dir. Rose McGowan)
narrative: 9/10 cinematography: 9/10 representation: 6/10 overall: 9/10
a chilling and heartbreaking portrayal of teenage naivety and trust in the people and things we turn to for excitement and escape. visually and cinematically it started out with such a promise for a tale of youth and sexual freedom that you forget the dark omen before the film has begun; perhaps that was from something else; surely this bubblegum sixties love story can’t be the from the same film? i loved the gum motif as a symbol of infatuation because it so accurately captured a teenage crush, the thrilling romanticism of a mysterious boy asking you out for a burger at 11 o’clock at night, the pure sixties of smoking and listening to records with your friends while your parents are out. the first part captured something that every teenager fantasises about or has felt at some point in their lives. then things take a turn for the worse, and this is when you see how desperately lonely the title character is that her longing for a life of freedom and excitement is the very same that leads to her demise. in this way, dawn is your unconventional tragic heroine. the trust she places in charlie is so blind, so lonely, reminiscent of desdemona’s unconditional love as she, too, obediently follows her man to her death. tragic, thought-provoking and also a little disappointing that a representation of such naive women hasn’t changed in 400 years. that said, ‘dawn’ was a very real, hard-hitting, and thought-provoking short that i enjoyed and that will stick in my mind for a long time to come.












