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The Rose of Nevada doesn’t open simply; it instead offers glimpses at decay: rotting timber, lichen and images of a Cornish fishing town well past its prime. The opening scenes of the film offer a glimpse of the plot to come: a movie about time and what we owe to our community.

A poem that deliberates on trauma, pain, and stagnation: ‘to dust returne’ is a desolate epitaph for the voiceless.