All my favorite singers couldn’t sing.
My self promotions on here are all starting to sound the same, and with nothing truly new or unique to add about this short (I feel like it kind of speaks for itself), I want to formally invite all my letterboxd pals to the online premiere of As It Fades on Friday August 27th at 8:00 PM EST. You’re welcome to live comment your thoughts here in the comment section. Watch here.
*WARNING: it’s real spooky kind of (and also could send someone with photosensitive epilepsy into a seizure)*
This is Yang’s (literal) reflection on life and death in a modernized Taiwan. His characters occupy these claustrophobic places; trapped between door frames, or in the reflection of a glass window pane. City lights oftentimes dominate the frame in these shots, seemingly suggesting a lost sense of community/self within the community that comes with Taiwan’s urbanization. Then there’s Ota — I think back specifically to the scene where Ota is first introduced. Once his presentation is finished, the blinders are…
Let me preface this by saying Richard Wright’s 1940 novel “Native Son” is one of my favorites. Deeply complex and endlessly heartbreaking in its delivery, Wright’s exploration of black fear and self-hatred carved its every haunting word into my brain, to the point where I can recall lines word-for-word without having picked up the book in over two years. After finishing it, I sat down with my dad to talk about it, and I remember asking if there had been…