A middle-aged man sits alone in a dimly lit living room at night on a visibly exhausting phone call with his mother while overlooking a printout of Narcotics Anonymous meetings all cancelled due to covid. He grows increasingly agitated and fidgety, tossing the printout aside and beginning to pace and engage more in the call. Eventually, he tosses the phone to the couch, collapsing into a nearby chair to try to calm himself. Frustration and isolation continues to build, until his eyes catch a box on his coffee table, remembering what might still be inside it. He rips it open, exposing a secret compartment and finding only an empty piece of used foil. He begins to rip apart his living room searching various other places with no luck and finding only a small amount of money in his wallet as his mental state becomes more scattered and chaotic. Throughout his search, photos of a woman who seems to have a close relationship with him appear repeatedly in the background as if omnipresent despite her physical absence from the scene. As he grabs car keys and the wallet and rushes to exit, still seeming determined, we see an affectionate photo of the two hanging on the wall above a digital clock that turns from 11:10 to 11:11.
Cracked concrete with a visible break in the path leads up towards the same man seated on the ground in the light of day in the same clothing, but playing with a 1980s cassette player covered in colorful ripped-up kid’s stickers.
The woman from the photos walks up to him in slippers and lounge clothes holding two cups of coffee and making it clear through dialogue that she’s his little sister. After she shows some concern for his sudden appearance at her house the night before, he expresses his fear that he almost relapsed and explains that the thing that stopped him was seeing the clock in the car read 11:11 and fondly remembering how as a kid she used to always wish for things at 11:11. The two discuss their strained relationship with their mother, the struggles they’ve had with her mental illness, the brother’s struggles with addiction, etc, all in a way that despite the heavy topics, and occasional insensitive comments on both sides, remains solidly playful, affectionate, and light due to the deep love and support between the two. We leave them in a much happier and more joyful place, as they enjoy each other’s company and support, without much concern for what might happen for them in the future (beyond breakfast).
Directed by Lisa Singletary (USA)