She kept watching. The reel was a patchwork of home-video rawness and artful documentary: a montage of protests and house shows, of Ivi teaching a roomful of teenagers how to splice tape and stitch zippers, of Amelia scribbling notes in margins while a projector hummed nearby. Interleaved were quiet vignettes: Ivi braiding a stranger's hair on a train; Amelia sleeping with a book open across her chest; the two of them at a riverbank, lantern light drifting like moths.
"Why now?" she asked.
As the cameras rolled on August 9th, the atmosphere on set was electric. Amelia and Ivi quickly fell into a rhythm, their performances feeding off each other's energy. The first scene involved a midnight escapade through the city, with the duo evading security guards and pushing the limits of their characters' adventurous spirits. ultrafilms 24 08 09 amelia riven and ivi rein b free