Any viewer with a pulse ought to feel something and subsequently force them to reflect on their own lives.
His films miraculously tap into raw human psychology without any pretense.
Now residing in Hiroshima, he accepts a for-hire gig to direct a multilingual production ofUncle Vanya.
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Drive My Caris amasterclass in slow-burn cinemaand is a subgenre with risky aspirations.
In the wrong hands, deliberately paced cerebral exercises could fall for redundant and re-heated tropes about trauma.
The methodical pacing lulls the viewer into the unknowable but shrewd mind of the protagonist.
He demonstrates that all we need in life is someone to supply us with empathy.
From “I need this explained” to “WTF.”
When a loved one dies,one becomes so overwhelmed with griefthat they lose sight of reality.