be funny when you can
I loved this one very much. There's such grace to it, to its absurdity (e.g. the chess match and the luggage amount). The sweet madam walks through portals, glimpsing (with mesmerizing, uncanny eyes) forces unknown, whether of good or evil.
Mesmerizing, uncanny eyes.
It reminded me of that ancient Chinese wisdom of not knowing if one is dreaming itself as a butterfly or the opposite.
A kid seeks a rifle in the dirt. He finds it and proceeds to join something. He meets several miserable souls along his path. His face age decades by the hours. His mind gets lost in a mud of agony. At the end of the attrocities, he fires the rifle at the image of a man. Time reverses. He stops when he sees an infant.
I find it extremely difficult to talk about this movie. It is genuinely scary and well-made.
The title evokes something. Skin as a prison, as I come to find the view of this movie quite depressing. Which is great and sincere. I see this our world as a nightmare.
The style of granulating, nostalgic 1995 (the year I was born) screen, both in the presentation and the TV sets in the house, makes me feel something very dear. Maybe this…