Hazel Lin

Hazel Lin

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Favorite films

  • All About Lily Chou-Chou
  • Farewell My Concubine
  • An Elephant Sitting Still
  • A City of Sadness

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  • No Other Land

    ★★★★½

  • Conclave

    ★★★★

  • Memories of Murder

    ★★★★

  • The Time That Remains

    ★★★★★

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  • No Other Land

    No Other Land

    ★★★★½

    I try not to get too emotional but…

    FUCK ISRAEL FUCK THE US FUCK RUSSIA FUCK CHINA FUCK IMPERIALISM DICTATORSHIP and sick NATIONALISM!!!

    No one is free until Palestine is free.

    How European countries, or let’s say the guilty ones, left behind so much wreckage from their exploitation, and at the end of the day, only to dust off their hands and turn away. Meanwhile, harboring immense hatred towards “foreigners”, whether refugees or immigrants, clinging to scapegoats rather than facing…

  • Conclave

    Conclave

    ★★★★

    you’re kidding me
    only won one Oscar??????

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  • Evil Does Not Exist

    Evil Does Not Exist

    ★★★★

    *caught a glimpse of Edward Yang through Hamaguchi’s lens ˊ_>ˋ*

    Evil does [not] exist, it is everywhere, so subtle that you won’t even consciously notice or identify its presence. It feeds on one’s interest at the expense of another, a continually knitting fabric of our intrinsic world.

    (irrelevant but another funny thing I noticed, “Asian world cinema” here for most people actually just means Japanese films..?)

  • Portrait of a Young Girl at the End of the 60s in Brussels

    Portrait of a Young Girl at the End of the 60s in Brussels

    ★★★★½

    Why do I feel so lost…
    (simply can’t even put into words)

    “Mais on n'est pas obligé de s'amuser, on doit juste faire semblant.”

    A dialogic story woven with coming-of-age questions, societal hypotheses, and scattered confusions. 
    The close-up shots are so intimate that you can almost hear even scent every undulation of her breath; framing her face in entirety and forcibly extracting those subtle emotions slipping through, leaving neither she nor we anywhere to flee or seek refuge. That suffocating, that raw, that compelling. 
    And we find ourselves drowning in the staggering process of propelled sympathization, exiled alongside her in existential solitude.