A young man returns to his home town after losing his job in Bangkok.
There was something formally interesting in the film, in the sense that it crossed the boundary between personal documentary and fictional, staged scenes very fluently. It is definitively not a docu-drama, but it's also not a fictional film. It ends with a somewhat open question: would we (the audience) wish for the narrative to continue?
I felt a bit disconnected to the film throughout and would have liked more concrete information on the actual events that led to the current situation of the protagonist/filmmaker. For some reason, the father and son kitchen scene still sticks in my mind and I was fascinated by the way they were eating, rolling the rice into little balls in their hands before eating it.
There was something formally interesting in the film, in the sense that it crossed the boundary between personal documentary and fictional, staged scenes very fluently. It is definitively not a docu-drama, but it's also not a fictional film. It ends with a somewhat open question: would we (the audience) wish for the narrative to continue?
I felt a bit disconnected to the film throughout and would have liked more concrete information on the actual events that led to the current situation of the protagonist/filmmaker. For some reason, the father and son kitchen scene still sticks in my mind and I was fascinated by the way they were eating, rolling the rice into little balls in their hands before eating it.
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