Cult Review
Senior Film Conservator
If you're the type who needs a plot that moves like a freight train, look elsewhere. You will absolutely hate this if you get restless during long, silent stares or shots of curtains blowing in the wind. But if you like films that feel like a half-remembered dream—a bit hazy and honestly, kind of stubborn—you might find something here.
It’s not trying to be the next Imitation of Life, and thank goodness for that. It just exists.
There’s a specific scene involving a tea set that lasts way longer than it has any business lasting. I think the camera just forgot to cut away, or maybe it wanted us to really contemplate the steam rising from the cup. It’s awkward, but in a way that feels real, like being at a dinner party where everyone stopped talking at the same time.
Shin-bang Yu is doing a lot of heavy lifting with just their eyes here. They look tired. Not the 'I didn't sleep well' tired, but the 'I’ve been carrying this secret for six years' tired. It’s a performance that doesn't scream; it just kind of hums in the background.
I couldn't help but think of the pacing in Lazybones, though this one has a much sadder, less playful streak to it. It’s not as polished, for sure. Sometimes the audio dips in and out like it’s struggling to catch its breath.
The ending doesn't really close anything. It just stops. It leaves you feeling a bit like you walked into a room, realized you forgot why you were there, and just decided to sit down and watch the wall for a bit.
It’s messy. It’s uneven. It’s definitely not for everyone. But if you're in the mood for something that doesn't try to explain itself to you, well, give it a shot. ☕

Year
1935
IMDb Rating
—

Editorial
Deciphering the legacy of transgressive cult cinema.
Community
Log in to comment.