Dear Letterboxd friends,
My new short film, Buzzword Supermarket or Postcards From A City, is out now. My aggression in a vacuum. To be played in total darkness, at the loudest possible volume. You can watch it here.
Thank you for your time.
Dear Letterboxd friends,
My new short film, Buzzword Supermarket or Postcards From A City, is out now. My aggression in a vacuum. To be played in total darkness, at the loudest possible volume. You can watch it here.
Thank you for your time.
To my Letterboxd friends,
This project which I've worked on for the past two years is finally complete. Composed of three parts (an album, a film and an essay), the overall purpose is to plunge the very foundations of these three media forms and question what realms of the unspeakable remain forever eluded by our terrible attempts to express and put forward anything at all in art, and how this very lack can then be appropriated back into the work…
She was an angel…
The twilight of independent cinema – the loss of its poetic essence, the decaying intimacy of its spiritual dimension, once able to confide in each and every viewer alone through genuine disclosure – emerges at the very dawn of a televised reality, the mediatized sentiment and the visually-coded grammar appropriating one’s own past experiences, now beyond inaccessible if not by the resentful acceptance of the kernel of faux truthfulness and emotional resonance that inhabits the sterile…
It doesn’t make any sense.
Simply put, House is a feature film of eerie and at times oblique qualities. One which, beyond a playful set of quirky characters and attentive entertainment value – whether using ridiculous stunts and sequences or rapid cuts, choreographed to a lively soundtrack – conceals uneasy, profound subtextual themes of loss of innocence and dread in the face of ancestral oppression in post-war Japan. And it’s Obayashi’s daring decision to approach said topics’ strong interdependence through…