Writer. Filmmaker. Teacher. Interpreter of hamsters.
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…
This film was made for a romantic bibliophile like me, so f*ck everything including white male critic Peter Bradshaw in The Guardian [he calls it "bafflingly insipid"] because I LOVE it. :) It's made of precious stuff, every single charming minute of it. It follows closely the beats of The Devil Wears Prada, but generally does its own thing, and I'm genuinely surprised by how good it is at doing that.
Every year since 2000, I've been on the lookout…