
“We are all angels. It is what we do with our wings that separates us.”
The year is 1955, and a great flood is coming to Northfork, Montana. A new hydroelectric dam is about to be installed in the mountains above the town, ready to submerge the valley in the name of progress. It is the charge of a six-man Evacuation Committee to relocate the townsfolk to higher ground. Most have duly departed, but a few stubborn stragglers remain – among them a priest caring for a sickly orphan, a boy whose fevered visions are leading him to believe he is a member of a roaming band of lost angels desperately searching for a way home.
A deeply melancholic and ethereal journey into a dying town. It feels like a half-remembered dream, a haunting elegy for a lost world. The film washes over you with a profound sense of nostalgia and quiet despair.
















