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What Time Is It There?

In some ways, reminds me a lot of Apichatpong Weerasethakul's Tropical Malady in the slow way it develops and magically grips us. What's not to love here? love death sex overbearing mothers ghosts peeing in plastic bottles love created at a distance In its surreal quietude, it will surprise you, take you when you least expect it, and it all becomes a wondrous thing, this thing called living, existing so quietly that you are barely there.