Weerasethakul’s films are filled with spirituality and mythology. However, this filling is mostly embodied in very physical natural forms. The feeling of a Weerasethakul film is weightless, like thought. But the substance is earthly, of human beings as human bodies. Even the ghosts and spirits have a kind of body odour.
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The First Photo of Mine Ever Taken 1972
To a share a single image would be a spoiler, as that's all the film contains: the single-frame still referred to in the title. Playfully undermining the terms "movie" and "still" at the same time, the film is an act both of humility and self-mythology. OST not currently available.
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Everything or Nothing 1968
Opening as a standard Martinac psychofilmographic study, this time his alien/ghosts choose to manifest through reflections and sunglasses, apparently workshipping Split's singular teat, the nippled Marjan hill. The film expands, though, into a triptych - All/Or/Nothing - the All encompassing the (other)worldliness of the now-familiar city, the Or apparently detailing the work/intellectualizing/play of Martinac and his contemporaries, at the Kino Klub, at the pool table, light leaking around their skulls, feelings, liminality. The Nothing is intrusive, suffocating close-ups, even in…
