Poé

Lan Yu

death is death; everything will end anyways Not when there's memories he was his life source. he indeed has a long life, it's all because of him.

vale

Lan Yu

"Nunca olvidé lo que me dijiste cuando nos conocimos. Cuando dos personas llegan a conocerse demasiado bien, es hora de separarse." No merecían ese final

nathansnook

Lan Yu

“𝘞𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦.” It’s hard to look for love for a lifetime. What hurts the most is second chances. Why do we chance ourselves upon people past? Does curiosity get the best of us? Comfortability? Convenience? I will often think back to that situationship back in San Francisco, when I was still in school and working two jobs. Coming over to his place just for a lay, to rest my eyes. To eat. To not worry financially. He would leave a couple of 20s for me before I would make it back to school the next morning. Between paychecks. Between debt. Making ends meet. Love looked like a blowjob and sleep, someone to cuddle with in moments like this. I saw too much of my life in this film, too much of myself. And here I am, still broke as fuck, and not dead. I think us gays don’t get enough happy endings because this is what it feels like on the surface. Grayscale colors, soot and the cold, but we have it all huddled up in us, wearing masks, saving face, a double life while the world goes round. Kwan sketches hot flashes of intimacy and devout love to move the story and our characters along. Perhaps not enough to cling onto, but both Jun and Ye put on earnest performances spellbound with blinks of a keen camera that sways in ways that feels like music. Love is a song, and one that ends too quickly. And after all is gone, we keep it on loop on loop on loop in chase of what's gone in a blink. “𝘐 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘚𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴.”