Writer. Filmmaker. Teacher. Interpreter of hamsters.
I don't doubt people when they say every time they see Erick Oh's Opera, they see a different movie. You do. As exquisitely executed, what we get is a pyramidical map of human existence, and we see the minute interplays of thousands as people go about living, exercising, pleasuring, loving, worshipping, warring, etc. You can focus on one grid, and it's an entire short film -- and there are many grids. It's stupendous, ambitious work, and it's addictive.
This is a worthy title in the Oscar animated shorts shortlist.
There is a scene in Christian Faure’s powerful and surprisingly deft Juste une Question d’Amour [Just a Question of Love, 2000] where a mother tells the lover of her gay son: “You’re much too young to carry around all that useless pain.” The boy has just been accidentally outed, and has subsequently been told by his very conservative family that he could not go home again.
Despondent, he finds everything else that matters in his life on the verge of…
The Thais know something about longing. They capture it well on film. The mad surging, the illusion of nobility in denial, the perfect — if short-lived — happiness of catching a glance, a smile, or a touch from the beloved. Which is to say I have finally managed to catch Puttipong Pormsaka Na-Sakonnakorn and Wasin Pokpong’s สิ่งเล็กเล็ก ที่เรียกว่า..รัก [A Little Thing Called Love, 2010] … egged on by the sheer popularity of the film among girls (and women) around me…