Words are missing when you finish a Rolf movie. Often, the first one that comes to mind is “stuff of how beautiful it is”. But not this time.

The Creek is a small film about the beauty of fishing a river, a fly rod in hand, and a box of dry flies in the bag. All along the seasons. The beauty of a rising trout has no equal. Nothing above anything below as they say…

And when your son becomes your first fan, spectator, each fish offers a particular flavor. The one of the transmission. And the unnamed river seems adapted to that. Grayling and trout, nose below the surface, greedily attacking anything that flew a few seconds earlier.
There, the words that come to mind are bravo and thank you, Mr. Nylinder. As always and forever!