When I was younger, I loved attending film festivals. Some days, I’d watch three or four films in a row, and I’d often stay after for panel discussions, listening to...
Yesterday, I thought of my father. Ten years have passed since his sudden passing, and it feels distant now—he feels distant. Memories blur and fade, so I wanted to record...
I still remember, years ago, renting the DVD of Norwegian Wood with my ex. We didn’t finish it. We couldn’t make sense of it, didn’t find it appealing. And so, Murakami’s...
"Call Me by Your Name, and I'll Call You by Mine"—Elio Today, I finally watched Call Me by Your Name. It truly is a remarkable film—an ode to youth and...
Facebook reminded me of a chance encounter from three years ago with a rather remarkable taxi driver—an elderly gentleman by then. I remember as he prepared to set off, the...
A friend who practises calligraphy recently offered to gift me a piece of his work. He asked what I’d like him to write, and I said, “Only with wine.” He asked...
Though I greatly admire Wong Kar-wai, I only watched Chungking Express for the first time two years ago. To me, it’s a film about escape. 223 meets the woman in...
Due to my own experiences growing up, After the Storm resonates with me on a deeply personal level. Compared to Hirokazu Koreeda’s other works, like Still Walking or Our Little...