moviewatcher | Cebu, PH 🇵🇭
"When I die, my body stops functioning. Shut down. All at once, or gradually, my breathing stops, my heart stops beating. Clinical death. And a bit later, like, five whole minutes later, my brain cells start dying. But in the meantime, in between, maybe my brain releases a flood of DMT. It's the psychedelic drug released when we dream, so I dream. I dream bigger than I have ever dreamed before because it's all of it. Just the last dump…
I am in awe of the flawless parallels and motifs embedded in this movie. From broken things to broken expectations, Li's purple and Loong's blue, the mind-boggling Bangkok traffic that somehow looked uniquely beautiful, everything seemed to flow like a Nawapol movie.
It was written by Nawapol so the whole thing made sense. The humor felt young and the plot felt loose. Cris Horwang embodied the chick flick character so perfectly it catapulted her career afterwards.
But damn girl you do break a lot of things.
(Please watch Happy Old Year, kthxbye.)