Fever dream which you feel strangely peaceful after waking up.
Directing chooses are gorgeous even it’s nearly impossible to understand the movie in a logical sense, it captivates you, pulling you deeper into its spell. I’m not even sure it’s meant to be understood in the traditional way. It feels more like drifting through someone else’s memories or maybe your own forgotten ones. The dialogue loops and echoes like half-remembered conversations; time folds in on itself until past, present, and imagination blur into one quiet atmosphere. And in the end, it doesn’t matter if the story makes sense what lingers is the mood: a mixture of melancholy, longing, and an almost comforting strangeness, like a song you recognise but can’t place.
Fever dream which you feel strangely peaceful after waking up.
Directing chooses are gorgeous even it’s nearly impossible to understand the movie in a logical sense, it captivates you, pulling you deeper into its spell. I’m not even sure it’s meant to be understood in the traditional way. It feels more like drifting through someone else’s memories or maybe your own forgotten ones. The dialogue loops and echoes like half-remembered conversations; time folds in on itself until past, present, and imagination blur into one quiet atmosphere. And in the end, it doesn’t matter if the story makes sense what lingers is the mood: a mixture of melancholy, longing, and an almost comforting strangeness, like a song you recognise but can’t place.
