On those last nights, many people came—distant relatives, long-dead wives, separated children. Everyone gathers in the hall. Life, death, dying, youth, old age, and animals are all leaning against the dining table together, like a realistic landscape of life. No one makes a fuss about the arrival of ghosts and living beings, but calmly seems to be natural; no one talks about big truths or regrets, just counts the memories and thoughts of the past, and conveys each other's feelings delicately. emotion. Everyone looked at the albums of the past together, the living recalled the people in the past, and the people in the past watched their funerals. No matter how many separations there have been before, at the bottom of life, it seems that no matter how imperfect it is, it will eventually become a kind of perfection.
When faced with the end of life, people are always uneasy about the unknown. At the same time, it was mixed with extremely complex emotions-fear, nostalgia for the world, and the joy of finally being able to reunite with the deceased who had been missing for many years. Uncle Pommy said it was like the feeling he used to report on stage, he was often nervous and unable to eat, but strangely a little excited. Uncle Pommy hugs the ghost of his deceased wife and talks about his inner fragility, which is also the most moving portrayal of the end of life in this film.
In the last few days, Uncle Bomi didn't do anything special, just lived that leisurely life quietly. Take a nap in the shade of the sun, with the breeze blowing. A premonition that is about to leave this world leads everyone to cross the wild mountains and into the source of life, where they meet their own past lives or their own souls several generations ago. Everyone watched the passing of a life, just like in a dark cave, and slowly found that the minerals on the rock wall sparkled like the Milky Way in the night sky.
Apichatphong uses a camera to write an idyllic poem dedicated to life and death. Everything in the poem is as calm as water, as if life is a long stream of water. Time flows quietly between light and shadow. If Hemingway's Paris was a flowing feast, then Uncle Pommy's last ride was also a flowing feast that transcended life and death.
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