The San Joaquin Valley of California, where filmmaker Fabian Euresti grew up, relies heavily on two industries: oil production and citrus fruit agriculture. Unfortunately, the oil wells have seeped into the local water supply, rendering it unfit for human consumption. Euresti has called this contemplative short “a portrait film about my parents,” but it is also an essay on injustice, which he narrates over static camera shots of the dry oil fields stretching out behind the backyard of the house his family rents from the Paramount Citrus, where his father has worked watering the orange groves for more than two decades. The film is a wry and bleak meditation on a landscape where the zero-sum game of corporate greed has put two naturally opposed resources—oil and water—in direct and dangerous competition with one another.  RM