Probably the most underrated film I love, and I don't think anything Apitchapong made comes remotely close. Ostensibly a minimal and contemplative mood/existential piece about living with a disability, whether it being a mental or physical one; but on a deeper level a unique hallucinogenic passage about our total (in)significance in this universe. A wonder thematically, visually, formally, aurally, and spiritually.
Charting how a single thought, or the birth of a thought, may draw a link with the infinite, Suwichakornpong consolidates notions between the micro and macro, the finite and infinite, and the inseparability among. Her psychedelic world holds meaning within and of itself; the death of a star is as meaningless as the birth of a child and the the birth of a child is as meaningful as the death of a star.
95/100 - Amazing
brilliant. The film silently builds to it's climax and while I found myself at first wanting more of the drama and less of the astronomy, it all connected in the end in a beautiful way. Better representation of the universe and life than Terrence Malick could ever do.
Quite confounding at first, but style stood out immediately. Appreciate the fact that the director did not employ style (anachronistic order) for style's sake, instead using it to tease out the final ruminations between the 2 leads. Why are we bound to time and its fixation on sequence (past, present and future)? Fair questions raised by a nurse defined by his past education, and a invalid bound by a past accident.
Es difícil describir la oscilación sentimental que provoca con cada toma y cada sonido mientras habla sobre lo finito y el placer o la desdicha que ocasiona, para cada estímulo hay múltiples respuestas, todas válidas y ninguna de ellas correctas, finalmente lo que importa es el momento en el que se interpretan.
Por un lado, la sobria interacción entre dos personajes a propósito de una convivencia, por otro, una reflexión de alta cuota existencial. ¿Cómo es que se logra ese enlace? Eso es lo que desconcierta de esta película, la cual, en efecto, es provocativa si se aprecia esos dos momentos independientemente, sin embargo cómo es que los personajes de confidentes pasan a filosofar sobre el mundo. Hay un vacío en ese tramo.
The history of humanity is one of mundanity but that does not mean our own singular history is not precious to us. The whole can never be the part and vice versa. Does our minisculeness give our tragedies greater or less significance? Knowing how small it all is. But at the same time impossibly large. Maybe all we have is to ask each other deep questions that speak to our core and make art as meaningful as this.