Fleeting images like fragments of faded memory. Watching this I wonder what the meaning is. Is the meaning in the images I see or is it in the images that I do not see? is it in the spaces outside the frame? In the end something is being celebrated but the spectators are not watching with their eyes but through the lenses of their cell phones and other optic devices. They are not making memories, they are recording.
Watching this, thought about how film as a medium is inadequate for recreating memory, just as pencil is for recreating a dream: the results are jumpy, blurry, faded, no more than blocks of light on dark. Recognizable things become unrecognizable. Anyway, it's 20 minutes so watch it if you're interested in Weerasethakul and dreams/memory/light. Liked the section with the clicking best.
A man walks his dog past his neighbors and a pig. People are protesting next a highway. Just past the half-way point, a voice in the dark says that after drawing pictures of his hometown from memory he's given up on film. Fireworks light up the sky with words. It looks like a great student film. The film feels uneasy, fragmentary, wistful.
Thankful for the opportunity to see small and alternative works by great masters. I'm a huge admirer of his work, but this particular piece didn't go far enough for me. It feels like a sketch for a part of another film. Still, it's wonderful to feel like I've had a glimpse behind the scenes of an artist's process.
Having traveled to Thailand, the sound design sticks out as authentic. This short tantalized the senses; I could almost smell the jungle. The visuals are hypnotic; it's a little jarring so watch in low res to avoid buffering issues. I really enjoyed the voice over sequence, along side the original music. Very nostalgic.
As a westerner flooded with photoshop-filtered images, the first ten minutes of this short were easily dismissed as a disjointed instagram-stop motion short. As the story begins to fold in on itself and the narrarator begins, I was moved by the sense of the impermanence and subjectivity of memory until we attach language--and a story--to it.
Not at all sure what is going on here, but I like! Mubi has been an excellent source lately for catching up with multiple works from a single director - Weerasethakul, whose name I have memorized and can not accurately spell without looking, has been notably featured. The beauty of his work is definitely refined into a short here. Perhaps it could serve as a bite size portion of what his body of work consists.
The best way to describe my experience is: sequences of random, flashing, repeating images, that unfortunately and most likely do not make any sense or meaning except for the author perhaps... I enjoy trippy, surreal experiences, but this one doesn't seem to emit any feelings or emotions and felt very empty.