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.
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.
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.
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.