Chip’s review published on Letterboxd:
'Dreamlike' can often be so reductive when describing the atmosphere of a movie, but the blurred division between spiritual and physical made me feel like I was watching a dream unfold. Every scene is deliberate, introspective, drawn out-- ample room for distraction, but also for study, to appreciate the scene dressing, the mundanity or absurdity of a life coming to an end. I haven't died before, but I like to think if given advance notice I would be as careful with how I navigate my final moments (or maybe I have, but I can't recall how those lives have played out.)
The spectre of politics is a thread throughout the movie, and sadly one that I do not have the context for as a white American. My minimal knowledge of Buddhism can only inform so much. In every space we inhabit we exist, past present and future. I know this movie will stay with me for awhile, for positive reasons, and also speculating the necessity of the notorious catfish scene.
I do not like the ghost monkeys. I will be seeing them in my nightmares tonight.