Chang-Dong Lee - 2010
I can't get too excited about this, for all the nice things in it. The camera is long takes, pretty mobile camera, no tripods but not too much shaking. Formally, there doesn't seem a huge amount to write home about. Except, that is, for some foregrounding of the narration, our relationship, as it seems to turn documentary at one point, and then the camerman seemingly kickes a ball back that rolls towards us.
Thematically, it is compassionate and curious. A discussion of memory, the fading woman as the only one who can remember. It tackles a subject open to pretension, but is capable of undercutting moments when everything is getting a bit too nice. It menaders along pretty glacially, and is a mite predictable, but is, at the very least, a meaty slab of realism, with that edge of the violent.
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