somewhere between monica vitti and jennifer coolidge. this is a writing exercise
individuals caught, swallowed up, by a great wave... a pervasive sense of melancholy, the notion that something has been lost, though I am skeptical of simplifying/ glorifying the past...: zhangke always proving that being a political filmmaker is not anathema to being a humanistic one. was too sleepyheaded to take the film in in its entirety but it gave me away to my dreams beautifully 💤 obsessed w the screens in screens... maybe need to compile a list