something that perhaps occured to me before and perhaps was even written down here earlier (too lazy to check) - in imamura's "pornographers" the wife believes that her husband's soul lives in a fish that she keeps in a tank in an apartment, while there are pornographers roaming around (next to her son). in tsai ming-liang's what time is it there/ ( Read more... )

watched il-gon song's "git. feathers in the wind" (70+ minute version) after an occasional but enthusiastic pimpage in "film comment". it scores barely above the usual slew of quality korean melodramas of past 4-5 years - slow pace, rich colors, beautiful scenery, 13yr old target audience (think "il mare"). i will reserve his remaining movies for ( Read more... )

it is such a fascinating experience - the excess of banality, the everyday details, documented methodically - it fills everything, pushing emotions out; there is no room, no space - everything is numb, unable to connect, simply existing (walk, sleep, piss, eat, masturbate ( Read more... )