Director : Christine Turner
Dementia, as I encountered it, manifested itself more as a slow release of memory than the total loss I’d imagined. It didn’t happen quickly, more as a non-linear decline that left the mind I’d known and loved jumbled beyond coherence. There were moments of humour and heartbreak, startling clarity, total obscurity and of course, the anticipated block, the strangeness and unfamiliarity that kept everybody locked out. On the surface, Hold On is a delicate portrayal of dementia, but also a look at the corroding influences we all surrender our minds to on a daily basis. When a young man is reluctantly put in care of his ailing Grandmother, the two sit side by side, neither one present. She is trapped in her own head, frustrated by what she does and doesn’t know. He is similarly vacant and irritable, his mind plugged into his phone and the distractions it provides. When their mutual impatience reaches a tipping point, they’re linked in the present, leading them to a shared experience and an elusive moment of understanding.