Pig at the Crossing (2024) directed by Khyentse Norbu. This two-hour-long movie was slow, weird, existential, and exactly what I needed right now. I'm sure I missed many cultural cues and touchpoints in this Bhutanese film, but there was plenty for me to grasp.
The story follows a young man who is killed in an accident, but doesn't realize such for a while. Scenes linger for some time and then shift suddenly. Sounds drops off into silence or echoes after a long absence. Characters sometimes change appearance. A few scenes try to convey nonlinear, nonsequential time. Will the modern distractions and attachments of cellphones, Instagram, Tik Tok, pregnancy tests, Viagra, and the smell of gasoline ("the scent of civilization") keep one from rebirth and/or enlightenment? Yes. No. Perhaps.
Viewed as the May selection of the Tricycle Film Club.
"Whatever we do we leave footprints. But... some footprints destroy you. Some footprints destroy others. So you have to be careful my dear friend."
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