Days

The ecstasy of no longer being isolated, even if only for a moment.

Write a Kang character, and write another, then let us to wait for them to touch each other. Another pure heart-melter by Tsai

Tsai's shots hold just long enough for one to distinguish both the serenity and the sadness. Bundled together this is a bittersweet, pure portrait of loneliness and the healing nature of human connection, transcending taboo.

Everyday, mundane, deeply felt isolation and loneliness as a series of (mostly) non-dialogue, still portraits flowing like photographs of painfully common lives. Both provocative and heart-wrenching, distant and intimate. Of course the massage scenes are wonderful. But for me, personally, that last shot was really something.

okay movie

Few films hold the same type of power over me like Tsai's. I realize I'm breathing and my face becomes heavy, but I'm not tired. Hypnotized rather, only instead of losing time, I'm acutely aware of it. The movie and myself are the only things that exist. A prosaic accumulation into some sort of release, though not necessarily from tension. Maybe it's more like clarity or fulfillment. Catharsis, but fleeting. The movie ends.

haunting imagery

Days için fazlasıyla kararsızım. İlk bir saat boyunca filmden çıkmak için kendimi cesaretlendirmeye çalışsam da son 40 dakikası itibariyle hoş duygularla veda etti bana. Fakat zamanımız böylesine diyalogsuz, böylesine sıkıcı bir filmi izleyecek kadar değersiz mi gerçekten?

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