Letterboxd — Your life in film

the closing moments slap hard.

a dialogue-free gut punch by Kaneto Shindo that offers effective masterclass on how to establish, retain, involve and reinforce the geography to a palpable extent —— look forward to seeing more of his pieces.

We pee on Asia, we pee on Africa, and if we get there, we pee on europe. To the health of my Bro and Me ♪

Gosh, sad lovely piece of the year.

: I want to be able to talk easily to everyone, like you do.

: You just have to tune in.

: Tune in?

: Yeah, like a radio.

: I might end up not liking myself, it scares me.

: But if you do, you could end up meeting someone — who could draw out your real self while you spend time together.

: I think I have such a person already.

: Really? Who? Where did you meet? Is he from your class?

: It’s a secret.

(Intense gaze)

: I need to take a shower.

: I feel like we should just sit here.

: I wanna get out of this fucking T shirt.

: I like your shirt.

: Then why don't you marry it?

Very likeable with some lite touches to die for however gimme more.

Desires are never mundane.

: Ste?

: Mm-hmm?

: You all right?

: Yeah.

: Right.

Ste.

: What?

: Night.

: Night, Jamie.

Mike Leigh-esque coming out piece — tender, lovely, and whatnot.

You fucking have to control the most minute, small details to make you feel normal in a world that’s not normal.

Life.

Trust me I have no words to pen on this. This film feels like a bittersweet wonder — one of those times where you read a script, fail on your judgement and finally, go buckwild when it's actually shot. Dayumn, dialogue writing at its frickin’ best, and everything comes together so dense and hitting. The closing notes of the film will stay with me, I assure.

For me the word color doesn't mean anything, I feel colors.

A butcher’s knife or a bread knife? Holy smokes, love Jim Jarmusch’s writing.

This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.