SYNOPSIS

Director｜Bia Lee

Screenwriter｜Bia Lee

Cast｜None

Producer｜Bia lee

Cinematographer｜None

Genre｜Documentary, Experimental, Short Film

Length｜6min16s

Year｜2020

Dialogue｜No Dialogue

Subtitles｜English

Region｜São Paulo, Brazil

Production Company｜None

Synopsis

This is a late apology, a late love-letter, and a late goodbye.

Director Biography

Bia Lee is a 24 years old Korean brazilian amateur filmmaker and video-artist, also a full-time psychology major student based in São Paulo, Brazil. She/they works (plays) mostly with experimental, erotic and documentary stuff, as seen in Forefinger (2015), To Melt (2016), Her POV (2016) and Closeted Lesbian (2020), that were shown in film festivals in Brazil and abroad (e.g. Kreivės / Vilnius Queer Festival – Lithuania, International Videoart Festival Madrid – Spain, and Montreal Underground Film Festival – Canada).

Closeted Lesbian, specifically, was selected to festivals like Wicked Queer: The Boston LGBTQ+ Film Festival – US, GAZE International LGBTQ+ Film Festival – Ireland, Davis Feminist Film Festival – US, Porny Days Film Art Festival – Switzerland, Porn Film Festival Vienna – Austria, and more.

This is the first time her work was accepted in Asian – and she couldn’t be happier.

Director’s Statement

This short film is a small tribute to a childhood friend. She doesn’t know, but she was an important part of my sexuality, which is unconsciously built from the very beginning. A few years ago, a long time since the last time that I saw her or thinking about her or masturbating with her in my mind , she appeared in my dream. When I woke up, I searched her name on the internet to see how she was, only to found out that she committed suicide years earlier in 2014 when we were both 17 years old. I was in real shock for a while. I felt guilty and regretful.

She probably considered herself bisexual like me, but long before, when we were foolish children reproducing homophobia from our parents and society, I was bad to her at times. I took part of her sexuality as an offense, projecting on her something that is actually also mine – as I said, I even masturbated while thinking about her. About the suicide- I wished it had been me. I thought it should have been me. Sometimes I feel that we switched lives.

This film was a way to elaborate a little on my sexuality and also on guilt, death, and lamentation. It is a late apology, a late love-letter, and a late goodbye. From me, to a wonderful girl who lived a short but uncloseted time.