There's a lot of stillness; there are also shots of overpowering water cataracts. And then more stillness, and lots of wet silence. It's less of a narrative than was Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter... and Spring (which has started to reside permanently in my thoughts) but it was more contemplative. Less active narrative-wise, but more atmospheric. But so why is beauty and profound insight so necessarily slow? Also, it made my television feel small. Size matters, turns out, and 62" isn't enough.
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