In a flat, three women teach each other to look. To look at what? Samples of marble. Their vision and speech become more refined as they make the material their own. 　　Three young woman are closely watching the landscapes imprinted on several marble samples; a white dot could be snow — or rather bones, a human tooth, that which remains after flesh decomposes; a pink gradation disturbs the gaze, as it reminds of the background of countless of war scenes, and Saint George can be seen in a notch. The game, at first stiff, bookish and uneasy before the camera, becomes more serious, more intellectually passionate and intimate as the eyes seize each detail, the words get more precise, and their bodies get used one with the other. Alle Dicu achieves a charming deconstruction of hermeneutics, of the grace that is inherent to interpretation and imagination, and of the personalities of the first person. (Călin Boto)