incredibly beautiful, but maybe overwhelmingly so
every moment teetering on the precipice of great tragedy or great joy, but ultimately it all returns to a quiet, everyday equilibrium. (even when the most beautiful/terrible events actually do strike.) each of us, a little broken, and yet... we go on.
finished watching this, looked around, and the world seemed a little different.
what lingers for me is not just story/performance (wonderful wonderful), but also something more elemental... the constant sound of crickets, sunlight glimmering on the grass, flames unfurling against the night sky.
memories that feel like my memories.
(a little disappointed that minari is being marketed so relentlessly as an "american" story... after watching, the only real allegiance i see the film having is to human beings and to soil. maybe someday we'll be able to recognize the humanity of a person/family/community without having to subsume them into the violent framework of the nation state 🙄)