A beautiful little film that brought me the rare joy of discovering a movie so perfectly aligned with my thematic and aesthetic tastes. I wish I could live in this fictional Winnipeg, and I embrace our new overlords: Manitoba (not Alberta) magical realism.
On another note, for three quarters of the film, I couldn’t help but wonder about how the Persian word for ‘turkey’ could have possibly come to mean ‘chameleon’ in Turkish.
When you think about it, it really is astonishing how much effort militaries around the world put into making the human experience as miserable as possible
Roses are red,
My life is a lie,
Billy Ray Cyrus
…is in Mulholland Drive?????
Ode to a dying culture. Massive respect to the kids out there pocketing Ryuichi Sakamoto and Serge Gainsbourg records :') This made for a fun double feature: High Fidelity & cat videos the woman across the aisle was watching on her phone for half the flight.
Includes zingers like:
— Do you have soul?
— Well, that depends.
And deep cuts such as: "All I’m saying is, you have to allow for things to happen to people. Most of all, to yourself."
