• Love Letter

    Love Letter


    You whisper someone's name and it fades away in the crowd. "It might be her", you think, but she doesn't notice you in the sea of people. Isn't that how memories are? Fractured and fragmented, slowly dissolving and mixing with each other with the passage of time? The further we move away from the past, the deeper they burrow in the far reaches of our hearts. Almost all of them perish, except the most important ones. Among the never-ending line…

  • Fireworks, Should We See It from the Side or the Bottom?

    Fireworks, Should We See It from the Side or the Bottom?


    Lightning in a bottle is youth. It feels eternal but it passes us by in a hurry, and before we have the time to acknowledge that we have grown up, there we are: all grown up. Our friends, our family, our worries and hopes all feel less real the more we grow up. Our innocent tomfoolery gradually fades away as the heart grows harder and the face grows more stoic by the year. Like buildings subject to acid rain, the…

  • Moving



    "Where are you heading?"
    "To the future!"

    Adolescent angst manifesting itself as a direct result of life forcing you to leave your notion of normalcy behind. The daughter sees her family as an example of what regularity comprises of. Having a father and a mother, eating meals together and making small-talk; it's the little things which reassure you of your place in this world by virtue of a warm, invisible hug everyday when you think of your peaceful, normal family.…

  • Hana and Alice

    Hana and Alice


    Of cherry blossoms and trains, stalking and amnesia. Of ballet and rakugo. Of friends sticking together through thick and thin. Of morally questionable choices in the name of love, and the seemingly unending stream of tears while confessing your misdeeds. Of being young and stupid and finding eccentricity in a life of mundanity, because what is life without a little coruscant colour in the sea of black and white?

    Hana and Alice possesses an ineffable sense of universality owing to…

  • All Too Well: The Short Film

    All Too Well: The Short Film

    Letterboxd confuses me sometimes.

  • The Hand

    The Hand


    A touch of the hand; a man hypnotized.

    The Hand exists in dimly lit corridors and a tailor shop; in rooms both lavish and drab, rich and poor. The outdoors, whenever shown, seemingly remain in a state of everlasting rain. Feelings are left unsaid until it's too late, as is the case in the alluring world of melancholy created by Wong Kar-wai all throughout his oeuvre.

    The woman grips the man's heart but she longs not for him. Society's ravenous…

  • Bound for the Fields, the Mountains, and the Seacoast

    Bound for the Fields, the Mountains, and the Seacoast


    "I have nowhere to go."

    Defiling the innocence of children, one facet of their lives after another. They sing songs, but they're songs of war. They play seemingly innocent games, but they're games mimicking war. They see their sisters sold off to brothels, and before long, they are drafted; drafted to the blood soaked land of hell, either forced or swayed by a false notion of masculinity, honour and national prosperity, often followed by an abrupt send-off to the afterlife…

  • Comrades: Almost a Love Story

    Comrades: Almost a Love Story


    "Happy New Year!"
    "To happiness"
    "To money"
    "To longevity"
    "To a jackpot"
    "To good health"
    "To a Mercedes"
    "To a better life"
    "To... friendship"

    Language as identity, and Love as a multifaceted entity, often finding itself stuck in a tug of war with Ambition, colliding with the want for material gain, with the complexities brought on by dishonesty towards other lovers, and in turn, dishonesty towards one's own heart. Stuck in denial for the longest time, bringing pain to…

  • Rebels of the Neon God

    Rebels of the Neon God


    A sense of permanence permeates over the urban decay of Tsai Ming-liang's perennially lonely Taipei. Disaffected youth from different walks of life: a cram school dropout, a pair of petty thieves and a roller rink employee drift along busy roads and crummy houses, their paths converging to varying degrees while the shores of their consciousnesses progressively become blurrier.

    A constant sea of people and a seemingly larger sea of scooters and taxis cannot make the youth at the center of…

  • Repo Man

    Repo Man


    "It happens sometimes. People just explode. Natural causes."

    Two extremes find themselves in the spotlight. On one hand, the same old corporate world where compliance keeps you on the job and ignorance makes you happier. Where you work to save your money only to give it all to a fraud who has brainwashed millions through the television. A world of labels and debts. On the other hand? Outcasts. Outcasts who do not conform to ordinariness, and on the off chance…

  • Frances Ha

    Frances Ha


    "I'm so embarrassed. I'm not a real person yet."

    I'm petrified of what the future holds for me.

    Petrified of the career I've chosen. Petrified of being in debt. Petrified at the thought of struggling for money well into my 20s, when just a few years ago, I was daydreaming about world tours and other outlandish things that now seem like just that: a dream. It's a dream that I'll earnestly work towards nonetheless.

    I'm not a STEM student. I'm…

  • Titane



    "Love is a dog from hell."

    Motor oil bleeding into my disturbed conscience and titanium tearing through it.

    Titane is a visually hypnotic, viscerally provocative treatise on identity, sexuality, and family. It is utterly astonishing that it manages to be somewhat sweet despite finding itself right in the middle of hell on earth. A hell which, at its core, brings together two broken people whose deepest desires - whether known or unknown to them - was to find the sort…