everything in an ocean-blue squeeze tube, squeezed stars, ossicle in silver.
the static visuals could maybe be seen as relevant to the thematic dressing of architecture, kogonada building his images like buildings. it's harsh to call this cold, it's carefully constructed and precise and can seem distanced due to that, but even if it can seem like it, it is not soulless, which makes me feel like maybe it's not a complete accomplishment. the rare movement, non cameric but physical, richardson's cigarette holding hand boxing in air, is still beautiful and…
watching it again as i type, and i'm understanding this as a thematic appendage, building on the central theme and almost lesson of the original, by confronting the more tacit reality that you can't live in the present because you can't escape yourself nor the inherent incompleteness of the past.
the visuals develop into less crude and cute future-scape, more surreal, more like a 3-D screen-saver brakhage or over-the-top fantastical childlike, there's also more of a sort of world building…