It's a draped jungle reminiscence. Even if there are ghosts and beasts, it will not disturb the slow and stagnant life rhythm of the people in the play, because the old, mutilated and sick body no longer changes with the changes of the external world. Fragmented images are like childhood memories, imaginations, legends, fears, adventures, distant but clear, clear but illogical. Or that we shouldn't think about it with the logic of the ordinary world at all. Apichatpong's memories about his uncle are three-dimensional and complicated. Each fragment seems isolated and unrelated, but it is all shrouded in an aura of nostalgia. Those transcendent and bizarre plots are naturally inserted into the bland, trivial, and even boring country life, without justification or foreshadowing. From the everyday documentary-like truth to the truth of the inner image, everything shows the director's heaviness and patience, because this reproduction is neither artificial nor hypocritical. This makes the viewer have to abandon the bizarre mentality in the illusory image, and really settle down and enter the life described in the film.
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