Weerasethakul guides us on a journey full of unknowns, hinting at the unknowability of one’s own mind and of those around us. As we follow Swinton’s character, her relations and emotions are unmoored and ever changing, with each character (and even the Colombian setting) benefitting from a rich and often unexplored interiority.
Following a moment full of tension and subsequent catharsis, the director hands us frankly a vulgar joke of a scene, reducing the entire film and the richness of…
