Is it future? Or, is it Past?
Bi Gan's second movie is the cinematic equivalent to Dalí's The Persistence of Memory, the famous painting of melting clocks. Time and memory contract and expand, blur and clarify.
This is a dream within a dream, where reveries drip from fantasy to reality and back again. The ultimate effect is kind of noxious intoxication for both the protagonist and the viewer, captured in enveloping long takes, one of which lasts an hour in the best 3D I've seen in a decade.
So yeah I fucking loved it.