Shorts on Sundays: One Man’s Loss
Jonathan Wingfield Deconstructs the Latest Cinematic Transformation From Have-Not to Have
According to the dictionary, Hobos are people who travel and look for work, tramps are people who travel and don’t look for work, bums are people who neither travel nor look for work. With his soiled underwear and gnarly open sores, the unlikely hero of our latest Short on Sunday is an unashamed member of the latter category. Nonetheless, director Philip Sansom’s One Man’s Loss is a classic tale of emotional rags to riches. And vice versa. Played out over a scorching Sunday morning in downtown LA, this fleeting moment captures all the requisite elements of Hollywood’s love of role reversal: the down-on-his-luck protagonist with shopping trolley and overgrown beard; the charmless and philandering slickster with drophead Benz and hand-stitched leather brogues; the snubbed Parisienne girlfriend, complete with French expletives and chain-smoking tendencies. It’s all there, just waiting to be played out.