i think of this movie all the time even though it’s been years since i watched it. i didn’t know then really, how it felt like. not the immediate loss of someone that close, but even less the haunting that lingers.
i paid attention the first time i watched it, to all the techniques, and the way it expresses emotions through visuals and sounds rather than performances and explicit dialogues. but i don’t think i was able to quite catch it all, almost like other outsiders, a lot of the lingering grief slipped past me. maybe. it’s hard to recall.
i looked into the movie more now, i don’t know why now after all this time, but i read more about it, about how koreeda feels he went too far with his policy about expressing emotions exclusively through film. despite his regrets, i’m really grateful he remained committed. this is truly a special film that makes the most out of all the unique qualities of a film as a storytelling medium.
just as the grief lingers, the little everyday moments linger too. the meals, the chores, the small moments of life that signify its continuation. the small moments that get brighter with time, and less encompassed by the weight of darkness. it’s shown literally through the use of light with the film, which again koreeda might have some mixed feeling about doing so much, but it’s perfect. this movie had to exist as it is. it had to be this much.
i want to say more, go deeper into the film, but i can’t. i don’t think i can put into words what the movie decided to use visuals to portray. my thoughts are images, my review is just the film itself.
i think of this movie all the time even though it’s been years since i watched it. i didn’t know then really, how it felt like. not the immediate loss of someone that close, but even less the haunting that lingers.
i paid attention the first time i watched it, to all the techniques, and the way it expresses emotions through visuals and sounds rather than performances and explicit dialogues. but i don’t think i was able to quite catch it all, almost like other outsiders, a lot of the lingering grief slipped past me. maybe. it’s hard to recall.
i looked into the movie more now, i don’t know why now after all this time, but i read more about it, about how koreeda feels he went too far with his policy about expressing emotions exclusively through film. despite his regrets, i’m really grateful he remained committed. this is truly a special film that makes the most out of all the unique qualities of a film as a storytelling medium.
just as the grief lingers, the little everyday moments linger too. the meals, the chores, the small moments of life that signify its continuation. the small moments that get brighter with time, and less encompassed by the weight of darkness. it’s shown literally through the use of light with the film, which again koreeda might have some mixed feeling about doing so much, but it’s perfect. this movie had to exist as it is. it had to be this much.
i want to say more, go deeper into the film, but i can’t. i don’t think i can put into words what the movie decided to use visuals to portray. my thoughts are images, my review is just the film itself.
