Synopsis
A woman lies awake at night. Nearby, a set of theatre backdrops unspools itself, unveiling two alternate landscapes. Upon the woman’s blue sheet, a flicker of light reflects and illuminates her realm of insomnia.
A woman lies awake at night. Nearby, a set of theatre backdrops unspools itself, unveiling two alternate landscapes. Upon the woman’s blue sheet, a flicker of light reflects and illuminates her realm of insomnia.
镜中忧郁
a liminal space where theatrical and filmic effects coexist, bound together by sound. the spectator is neither asleep nor awake, active nor reactive, but somehow at once apart and immersed.
In that blissful state of quiet confusion to which you eventually give yourself over, just before your consciousness is submerged by sleep, there is the briefest of periods where you have access to something magical - reality and the world of the dream overlapping to create the spark of something new, illuminating some sort of nowhere place that is both far away and right nearby for your mind to float in. Apichatpong takes us there in only a few short minutes, allowing us to sink into this special place where we are closed off from the world but our senses are more open and alive than ever. A little sleepy time treat from Joe.
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From my TIFF Wavelengths coverage for MUBI:
Some of Apichatpong’s finest, most evocative work has been accomplished in the short form. One only need think of 2006’s The Anthem, in which a badminton game becomes a complex study of the filmmaking process, or the great Phantoms of Nabua from 2009, which featured the indelible image of young Thai soldiers playing football with a flaming soccer ball. In his latest, Apichatpong combines the dramaturgical with the elemental, once again exploring the intersection of art and dreams.
In Blue, we see Jenjira Pongpas Widner (star of Uncle Boonmee and Cemetery of Splendor) asleep in an outdoor bed. Directly across from her is a theatrical flywheel with a number of automatically changing…
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Portrait of a lady on fire
yeah i felt that
A hunk, a hunk of burning love
Apichatpong using rotating backdrops, fire and cinematic wonder to pulls us into that realm of wake and sleep; peace and frustration; normal and abnormal.
As someone who suffers from insomnia, I felt this one
I’m burning with the desire to reach this level of sound mixing!
What a beautiful, playful, bewitching and astute study of restlessness from cinema's premier student of the liminal space between sleep and wakefulness (if not dreams and reality). And yes, this is also about cinema, because what else gives us our conception of a sleeping state? We can sometimes achieve a kind of removed understanding of our own sleeping state, but it's cinema that allows us to see and understand it in others.
The screens being drawn seem to offer themselves up to Jenjira as tantalizing possibilities, invitations to wander. They stretch outward like the yellow brick road, towards the horizon, towards a journey. Don't like that possibility? Here, try this one. Cinema is so accommodating (and insidious) to offer any…
The blanket rests; as the mind and body feel the warmth crackling generously, resting silently as one.
Images rest behind images as Weerasethakul captures the liminal space between sleep and wakefulness. This is so beautifully uncanny, taking full advantage of cinema's ability to manipulate imagery, but also revealing the magic trick as it does it.
A screen can turn two distinct images into potent imagery. Weerasethakul is showing us what cinema does whilst also perfectly capturing an almost unexplainable state. Let this wash over you. Fall into its dreamlike trance.