ᨕᨗᨐᨄ ᨊᨑᨗᨗ ᨕᨗᨔᨙ ᨒᨆᨘᨊ ᨔᨒᨚᨕᨙ ᨊᨒᨚᨚᨕᨊ, ᨑᨙᨀᨚ ᨄᨘᨑᨕᨗᨗ ᨑᨗ ᨕᨈᨛᨂᨕᨗᨗ᨞
Y así pasan los días (los días)
Y yo desesperando
Y tu, tu contestando
Quizás, quizás, quizás
Love that song and yumiji theme.
It's late to say that happy birthday Mr. Wong Kar-wai.
"In the old days, if someone had a secret they didn't want to share, they went up a mountain, found a tree, carved a hole in it, and whispered the secret into the hole. Then they covered it with mud. And leave the secret there forever."
And also this poetic behind for another trilogy.
The realism of everyday life with some strange air of poetic aura was fascinating. The action just floats like a river, no big happenings but pictures are dense, close to skin, close to feelings. The people dreams pour out into daily life. The shaky balance between reality and a dream culminates in the last sequence and we hope for an answer, which is not disclosed but we are left to search it in our imagination and in our dreams evoked by this wonderful movie. Maybe longing for an answer is all what is possible.
Happy birthday Abbas Kiarostami
The abrupt, but fitting pattern between flowing, dreamlike camerawork, shaky camerawork, textual discourse, and the eerily sensual, fictitious lily chou chou tracks provide a momentum that is both refreshing in its originality but effectively discomforting. by the film's closing the style is not so much regretfully confusing as it is fittingly and fully dramatic, as well as both amazing and beautiful.