A pleasant titillation of the senses. One could expand the description of first moments’ crystalline glimmer, and see in it a dainty arrangement of chemical synapses, the white angel of cold seen by those lost in snowy deserts, the writhing curtain rustling in the house of Usher.. The seeming non-content has the amazing versatility of stem cells: it becomes what you put into it, it sponges up its identity from
how utterly sad emotion this film brings. like some dear memory we're trying to recall, but we're not able to. like moving without going anywhere. like life that once was, but it's not anymore. and how utterly beautiful this film is.