#slow cinema

[gael-garcia]

Lav Diaz: Falling asleep is cinema (Cannes 2025)

Apichatpong Weerasethakul: For me, to sleep in cinema means that you are either tired or comfortable enough to let your guard off and be comfortable enough to mix your own dreams with the sound and the image (IFFR 2018)

[blacknarcissus]

This miracle of a movie…

À Flor do Mar (1986)

[filmescapism]

⋆˚｡ ⋆Goodbye, Dragon Inn (2003) dir. Tsai Ming-liang⋆˚｡ ⋆

[luvinaeverdene]

Jeanne Dielman, 23, quai du commerce, 1080 Bruxelles (1975) Directed by Chantal Akerman

[djibrildiopmambety]

Viet and Nam (2024 🇻🇳), directed by Truong Minh Quy

[kdramamilfs]

Uhm Ji-won in Like You Know It All (2009) dir. Hong Sang-soo

[polarboiyeahz]

I walked into my favorite used-slop market in town the other day, and while being bombarded by Nicholas Sparks, Danielle Steele, Nora Roberts (as well as Roberts as JD Robb), Tom Clancy, and vintage paperbacks mostly known as miscellaneous war-indoctrination material for children in the sixties, I found Naked Lunch—I don’t think many people know this about me, at least in the context of people who *know* me, but I grew up in a puritan household (which to me has both benefits and drawbacks), and so, that stacked on top of my experiences (the unsavory kind you don’t realize until you’re old enough to be upset), I’ve always had this lifelong attachment, this sense of attraction to the most troubling things, alongside my obsessive waves of needing to know everything, resulting in fixations that last for days on end, and so, returning to books a few years ago, it was evident I was about to look for transgressive, disturbing material: I wanted to indulge, and Naked Lunch was one of those books I heard of, read about, did research on, and have always wanted—years later, it’s here, and 50 cents.

[autolabrum]

Watched Je Tu Il Elle

In my first year of undergrad, deep in the COVID lockdown, there was a windstorm that ripped through Portland. For a few days, I would look out my window and see trees swaying, silently but with such strain that it seemed they would be pulled from the ground. Some were. The day after it ended, I walked outside into a still world. The feeling of quietude so overwhelmed me that I tried to elaborate it to myself in a piece where I compared the world to a snowglobe that had been shaken and put down, and was tinged in its stillness with the dreadful possibility it may never be picked up again. I rewrote that piece a number of times, I doubt if I'll ever share it with anyone. Soon after, I decided, with greater intention than it seems like most people require, to start making friends. And for a while, I didn't think about that feeling of stillness at all.

It snowed. I figured that, in any case, life had come to a halt … that nothing more would happen … and that I should wait for the snow to stop and then melt. It snowed for a very long time. Four days.

Then one day, it stopped snowing.