Struggling to comprehend how this very small film about the very most literal and simplistic representation of death, the sheet ghost, manages to tell such a cosmic and monumental story about loss. A profoundly intimate film.

This may have been well-constructed, nicely ambiguous, and pleasant to look at, but I thought we had moved past using women as Manic Pixie Dream Tools in this way, and also the main male character is a disgusting kisser. In this essay I will

Meticulous and rewatchable as ever. Won’t comment on why we initially decided to watch this

I would give anything to unsee James Corden licking milk out of a bowl, and every other terrifying second of this movie. Tom Hooper needs to be arrested.

Yet another Yang that’s taken my breath away. Slow and wandering as ever, yet always purposeful, poetic, and precise in its detail. A complex tapestry of gorgeous and distantly framed scenes that penetrate the meaning of the city of Taipei – itself a character that carries its own history, nuance, and disparity; ever changing like the lovers who call it home.