Watching this film is like slowly sinking in quicksand. The pace eventually becomes so slow that your breathing synchronizes with characters' breathing and in the end when your head is about to go down underwater, you just want to let out the last sigh and say to Apichatpong Weerasethakul "I'm blissfully yours".
...dar balega asta de film de ce vă prefaceți toți că e relevantă? Sunt doi care se duc la picnic să se frece I DONȚ GET IT asta poți să vezi și în parcul Văcărești unde atunci când faci birdwatching zărești mai multe specii de păsărici și cocoșei decât ți-ai propus inițial.
The city feels and looks gray and dreary. Then the camera takes an extended car ride to the jungle for a picnic between lovers, and that tone is left behind just as the city is. The rest of the film functions as a dream, or more like a memory, fading into a feeling of serenity and nostalgia. Watching it inexplicably makes you feel like you’re re-experiencing forgotten memories. Memories of comfort and bliss.
A quiet film of beauty and love -- both physical and more ethereal in nature -- that uses its stillness to express much about the dichotomy between the quest for bliss and the inner turmoil that is consuming all of them. Orn fights the coming of age and poverty, Roong is young but is already destined to be a poor factory worker, and Min suffers from a painful skin condition. But all find some solace in the tropics.
Blissfully Yours requires patience, but this is a meditative film with a seductive undercurrent. The contemplative car rides may seem dull at first, but the accumulative effect is quite powerful, from the cinematic framing to the subtle sensuality. The vehicle also serves as the characters' escape into nature, and the juxtaposition of urban life and the jungle suggests documentary and mysticism simultaneously.