Killing me is not going to bring back your apples.
It's showing its age a bit now. It all feels more mechanical than it did first time round, maybe because they've got better at hiding the workings over the last ten years or maybe because the formula is just more familiar from the endless iterations that followed it. Still pretty good fun but there were a few more jarring moments and some of the quips fell a bit flatter.
Hulk going batshit at the end is still worth it though.
It's no Apollo 11 is it? It's a nicely made, mostly plausible space travel procedural that sets up a ticking clock and then pauses it so everyone can talk about their feelings. I'm marking it up a little because EVAs give me the heebie jeebies at the best of times and this one was particularly nicely done.
This is a glacially paced study of three desperately lonely people who all live alone in the same Taipei apartment, often at the same time.
On a fairly superficial level, Ming-liang Tsai appears to be Taiwanese cinema's answer to Bela Tarr. We get long, stately shots of Mei, Ah-jung and Hsaio-ang going about their daily lives, sitting in bare rooms, smoking, sleeping. There are moments of deadpan humour and tenderness but the overwhelming impression is one of urban isolation. These…