Uncle Boonmee is dying of kidney failure. He owns a farm in the rural North East of Thailand- among steep, bumpy hills that remind me of the Kentucky "knobs". The scent of his dying draws "spirits and hungry animals" towards him.
We are in a place between here and there, now and then- a permeable space. The ghosts come and go. Uncle Boonmee says his suffering is karma for having killed so many communists in his youth and so many insects on his farm.
A princess makes love to a talking carp.
After his death we return to a world of hotel rooms and karaoke bars. His relatives sit on the bed and watch TV. Or do they go out and have a meal? No matter; either way, it is much less real.
We are in a place between here and there, now and then- a permeable space. The ghosts come and go. Uncle Boonmee says his suffering is karma for having killed so many communists in his youth and so many insects on his farm.
A princess makes love to a talking carp.
After his death we return to a world of hotel rooms and karaoke bars. His relatives sit on the bed and watch TV. Or do they go out and have a meal? No matter; either way, it is much less real.
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Date: 2013-04-14 09:04 am (UTC)