It's all I want from cinema: emotion, psychology, gesture. Some"thing" of the unconscious (though one can't be sure of the nature of that "thing") is written in the microtextures, the shudder of pupils and quiver of lips. Faces jostle within their histories, faces are exhausted, faces are filmed with sleep. And bittersweetly I recognize China in these lives caught between an ethos of labour and filial piety.
what a masterpiece. so simple, humble and beautiful in its sincerity and utter patience. many people left the screening room at the Viennale because they were probably bored, when in fact they had the chance for a truly deep and spiritual encounter - which speaks volumes about what mainstream film has wrecked onto spectators and their expectations.