angurafilms’s review published on Letterboxd:
Love, loss, and the terrifying dread of our own helplessness in the face of death framed by nature so alive we almost hear the trees speak. I've rarely seen nature used so skillfully, like every leaf and branch is a deliberate stroke in a carefully planned painting.
The beautiful melancholy of the first half of the film, gentle and hopeful love hanging on a thread, contrasts perfectly with the second half that plunges us deep into the groves, inescapable forest, almost forgetting the real world until death itself opens its eyes and looks deep into our soul.
Contemplative and slow, Malila seeps into our bones and drags us into the jungle until all we can think about is the inevitable end, but it does so with such tenderness we don't notice until it is too late. A breathtaking follow up work to Boonyawatana's haunting The Blue Hour.