I feel a bit of exhaustion here, all the same, I have little evidence to back of any claims of inferiority. Each image is a stunning work of composition; it is as if the city were made to be seen in this particular manner, under this particular shade of blood orange. The 400 Blows scene quoted by T M-L so perfectly explains what he sees in other cinema that criticism feels unnecessary.
ahhhh. i cried when the mum talked to the fish. everyone trying to grasp time in their own ways, wonderfully lonely and sad but there were also funny moments. moments that had potential for more but fall short. moments of dislocation and conversely, of synchronisation across different places.
Synchronicity: as a beautiful phenomenon made up by beautiful minds in a lonely world; or maybe a desperate mechanism - desperate minds, desperate world. But what is it, then, when our fabricated synchronicities, with all their beauty and loneliness and desperation, just happen to coincide? Why that, that's a Tsai Ming-Liang film. Gorgeous and immersive as always. And my god that fish! Way to break my heart, Tsai...
Un film bouleversant ou peut-être plus bouleversé qui sait. Les personnages ne sont pas donnés ils sont scrutés. Le temps s'écoule différemment il est conté et non pas compté . Incroyable metteur en scène qui filme une respiration, une douleur, une quête de culture une quête d'histoire, d'amour. Ce n'est pas toujours donné à suivre mais c'est tellement beau et toujours je me souviendrai des derniers plans du film
this is a really good movie about lonely people if you are affected by long takes and the combo of really intensely emotional characters and sparsely plotted stories. the last twenty minutes made me wanna gouge my eyes out and throw them into the pool at the luxembourg gardens for the beauty of it all