Dad’s Home Movies: Mama and Sons
Dad’s Home Movies is a video that makes no attempt to disguise itself as anything other than what it is. It is, quite literally, a home movie. There is no plot in the conventional sense, no narrative escalation, no conflict to resolve. Instead, the work presents a simple domestic tableau: a mother and her two sons interacting with one another, observed quietly and patiently by the camera. In an era saturated with hyper-editing, performative intimacy, and algorithm-driven spectacle, this modesty is not a weakness. It is the entire point.
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Produced in Russia in 2024 by Borris Ivanov, the film uses Ivanov’s own wife and two sons as its sole subjects. Ivanov himself remains behind the camera throughout, functioning as both documentarian and father. This dual role is essential to understanding the piece. The camera does not leer, interrogate, or aestheticize from a distance. It watches with familiarity. The framing, pacing, and duration all suggest a man recording moments he genuinely values, rather than constructing scenes for an audience. The result is a work that feels unusually sincere, even disarming, in its lack of ambition to impress.
Dad’s Home Movies is deliberately anachronistic. Ivanov employs older recording technology, avoiding the hyper-clarity of modern digital video. The image has texture, softness, and occasional imperfections that immediately signal nostalgia. Wardrobe and interior settings reinforce this temporal ambiguity. Nothing is overtly dated, but everything feels removed from contemporary consumer culture. There are no visible screens, no intrusive modern objects, no sense of digital mediation between the subjects and their environment. This aesthetic choice is not accidental. It situates the family outside the accelerated rhythms of the 21st century and places them in a space that feels closer to memory than to the present.
Quiet Provocation
There’s little dialogue, and when words are spoken, they are casual, intimate, and unguarded. One particularly memorable moment has the mother jokingly tell her sons, “I bet both of you taste delicious,” likening them playfully to sweets. The line is provocative, affectionate, teasing, and maternal. Its impact comes from how taboo such unfiltered expressions of sexual familial warmth have become in visual media.
This rarity is central to the film’s quiet provocation. Dad’s Home Movies presents a form of familial intimacy that is considered a dark fantasy. Sexual closeness, playful verbal affection, and unguarded emotional expression within the family unit are often scrutinized, pathologized, or avoided altogether. Inconceivable for many, yet casually embraced in this video. Ivanov’s film does not argue against this shift explicitly. It simply shows an alternative.
The absence of narrative progression may frustrate viewers conditioned to expect payoff, but for those willing to adjust their expectations, the film offers something rarer: emotional authenticity without performance. The young men are not acting. Their mother is not playing a role. No interactions are calibrated for dramatic effect. They simply exist together. This ordinariness becomes radical precisely because it is so unfiltered.
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The film concludes with a moment of unambiguous wholesomeness: the mother embracing her sons. There is no musical cue to heighten the emotion, no visual flourish to underline its importance. The hug stands on its own. It is final not because it resolves anything, but because it feels complete. The viewer is left with the sense of having witnessed something private, but not secret; something intimate, but not exploitative.
Throughout the video, Ivanov’s presence is felt even though he never appears onscreen. His enjoyment is palpable in the patience of the shots and the lack of intrusion. This is a father recording his family not to document achievement or milestones, but to preserve closeness. Dad’s Home Movies succeeds precisely because it refuses to be more than it is. In doing so, it becomes a quiet testament to a form of family life many sense has been lost, and many more increasingly long to recover.
