Resurrection

There’s an argument to be made that from purely a visual standpoint, this is the greatest movie ever made. Truthfully, I’d say that argument could extend beyond that too. Bi Gan has crafted one of the most heartfelt love letters to cinema I’ve ever seen, that at times seems to double as a farewell to the theater. To be specific, the entire final act of Resurrection comes across as a requiem for an art form not yet lost. Not every question is answered, and not every answer is profound. Each life is but a vignette in a story much larger than the self. -Also, I watched this after No Other Choice, and I’m thinking I might need to lose one of my teeth