A strange kind of bliss, I could barely speak upon leaving the cinema. Odd that a film so quiet and calm could be so deeply affecting.
Without doubt one of the most amazing movies ive ever seen. Pure genius and imho Weerasethakuls's best. Stunning.
Assistir a esse filme é, mais que ver, presenciar um contador de histórias no completo controle da linguagem que usa. Sendo o cinema a arte volátil e traiçoeira que é, Weerasethakul merece um tanto de crédito por fazer valer sua coleção de tiques estranhos, à primeira vista aleatórios, mas que tem muito mais a discorrer sobre a existência humana do que nossa convenção estéril.
Damn, that was something else. I can’t remember the last time a film got me thinking so much during (and after) watching it.
However you'd outwitted a Weerasethakul-film, it's not the films fault - it's yours.
Someday, if I continue to make films, I want people to say that Apichatpong Weerasethakul was among my greatest influences.
The emperor just got a new set of clothes and it's lighter than ever. Lucikly I wasn't fooled.
ok, so after watching this again for the first time in almost 4 years, i'll change my rating to 3 stars, but its still not THAT great. It reminded me of a slightly more abstract Chantal Ackerman film. Apichatpong Weerasethakul is still an amazing filmmaker (uncle boonmee and tropical malady are both excellent).
I want to give this film more stars. I'd forgotten how damn funny it is--the old Monk, the way all the guys act around the lady Dr., the alcoholic lady, and the jazzercise. What I did remember was the beauty, the artistry, and the humanity. Perfectly paced for this kind of film.
This could easily have been The Emperors New Clothes, and in some ways I could imagine myself giving this film one star. But I will give it five. Why? In some ways I think the ambivalence of my viewing experience makes the film stronger; there was not a moment of actual boredom in this film. I evaluated it every minute and tried to make it comprehendible in my quest for unity and katharsis. Strangely this is what makes this film so genuine; I found my self wanting, endlessly researching the pictures. I felt like discovering a new world. I was alienated and tried to communicate. My communication with the film became a result of it's calmly transcendent athmosphere. I felt the wind, the water, I felt the light collide with my eyes, I could smell the soap on the hospital floors. Suddenly I became absorbed in this universe, but never in a traditional way. Not even in an "art film"-y way. This was just something completely different. And while I do not think that "Syndromes and a Century" is one of the very best films of the past decade, I definitely will consider it as one of the most important and inspiring. This film is about expanding the laguage of cinema, and in the end: which films actually do that? Though it reminded me of both Werner Herzog and (more obviousluy) Michelangelo Antoniono, it most of all reminded me of life itself. "Syndromes and a Century" is like a freeze frame of something you would never mind to look at. A very strange kind of masterpiece.
it's unbelievably hard to say something definite about his movies, they are too transcendental, the best thing about them though is that they offer not only a visual feast, but lots of highly amusing scenes, in this movie i loved the drinking scene in the hospital involving old ladies, younger collegues and their patient, but in general it's clear to me that the dualistic structure of tropical malady was more beautiful and less nebulous
I see Apichatpong was trying to make an attempt of savoring memories in a poetic way with metaphores. But, this experiment of his, Im sorry I have to say, FAILED. This kind of drama usually leave me something to grasp or amazed about, but "Syndromes and a century" ended up as a film that trying-to-be-an-arthouse than being an arthouse itself. "Flight of The Red Balloon" which also talked about memories and also present itself as a film where nothing much happened, is much better. It got the right visual concept to talks about that theme. Here, Apochatpong dragged too long. Many of the scenes seemed like being forced to stay still rather than being let alone to flow like water. After all, memories are like water. Here, memories are as stiff as white hospital's wall. To put it easy, when and after you watch "Flight of The Red Balloon", you will get bored but you and other audiences will think of those shots of the red ballon, the child, and the mother. On the other side, when and after you watch "Syndromes and a Century", you will get bored and hear lots of people say "Okay.So What???". That (maybe) include yourself.
The gentle beginning is a beautiful context and contrasting element for the latter half, besides being self-contained. The latter half feels aloof, vacuous, and has a strange indifferent emptiness. At the end, people are seen rejoined with nature again, but in small, compartmentalized ways. I do believe the machine in the basement was sucking life.
This film starts out like a comical light breeze and is very inviting. I found it dull at around the halfway point, but something enigmatic and lonely happens in the second half. It's hard to explain and I'll need the film to sink in a few more days. The ending was makes you reflect on what type of film it really is, and for better or worse, A.W. captured a type of universal isolation perfectly.
My #1 of the decade: http://thebronze.weebly.com/2/post/2010/02/the-best-of-the-decade-1.html
Apichatpong Weerasethakul (aka Joe) is my latest cinema obsession. He has a way of mixing architecture sing for the camera, allowing the unspoken feeling to be expressed without resorting to the Hollywood "pantomime"; it's the most unpretentious art house film I've seen to date. And to think there's more! I highly, highly recommend this film, and any other he has made.
One of the best films I have ever seen, quite simply. Also, if anyone has the end song stuck in their heads, or are just curious to know what it is, it's called "Men Walking" by FEZ