cinema as dreaming
hazy, impressionistic musings on the frailty of life and death's gaze lurking at every corner
really loved how this evokes a perspective that can only be felt with full force by children, adolescents and the elderly - one of being in touch with the metaphysical, otherworldly; a head full of wonder, but afflicted with a strange sadness
one quote that kept running through my head was "how strange it is to be anything at all"
I don't really know how to word it, but with the question "how do I know I exist?" and the comment about being unable to look at oneself from the outside, I feel like this communicates that before you develop the capability to view yourself as a person, other people feel more real because they can be observed, and everything you do and say is modeled after them
the camerawork is perfectly in tune with the narrative, I'm really impressed with how creative some of the shots were, particularly when everything outside the keyhole was obscured, the out-of-focus shots signifying fading memory, the slow-motion underwater bit towards the end with the bubbles rising to the surface, and the frames that looked like oil paintings
there are so many bits that only began to make sense to me very late, towards the end of the film, like the significance of the repeated imagery of navels, and some that clicked intuitively, like the recurring scenes of peeking at others secretly, and them always sensing they're being watched
all in all, this is an immense work, it doesn't ask for your attention but rewards it, gradually revealing itself as a fragmented, beautifully rendered portrayal of the strangeness of childhood, morbid, albeit magical
cinema as dreaming
hazy, impressionistic musings on the frailty of life and death's gaze lurking at every corner
really loved how this evokes a perspective that can only be felt with full force by children, adolescents and the elderly - one of being in touch with the metaphysical, otherworldly; a head full of wonder, but afflicted with a strange sadness
one quote that kept running through my head was "how strange it is to be anything at all"
I don't really know how to word it, but with the question "how do I know I exist?" and the comment about being unable to look at oneself from the outside, I feel like this communicates that before you develop the capability to view yourself as a person, other people feel more real because they can be observed, and everything you do and say is modeled after them
the camerawork is perfectly in tune with the narrative, I'm really impressed with how creative some of the shots were, particularly when everything outside the keyhole was obscured, the out-of-focus shots signifying fading memory, the slow-motion underwater bit towards the end with the bubbles rising to the surface, and the frames that looked like oil paintings
there are so many bits that only began to make sense to me very late, towards the end of the film, like the significance of the repeated imagery of navels, and some that clicked intuitively, like the recurring scenes of peeking at others secretly, and them always sensing they're being watched
all in all, this is an immense work, it doesn't ask for your attention but rewards it, gradually revealing itself as a fragmented, beautifully rendered portrayal of the strangeness of childhood, morbid, albeit magical
