historical-drama

No narration, no score to speak of, no panning over the bay of Naples at golden hour. Instead, fixed cameras pointed at archaeologists brushing ash off a shinbone, emergency services staff answering calls from scared residents, a tutor helping children learn a variety of subjects, Syrian workers bringing in thousands of tonnes of Ukrainian grain. Vesuvius looms in almost every frame, usually grey, often half-swallowed by cloud. Everyone on screen is, in one way or another, in its shadow: extracting from it, measuring it, living despite it.