17 (2017, Nottapon Boonprakob) is so minimal, yet every second of
it screams out in pain and sorrow. There is no blood shown in the film, but why
do I feel as if a bucket of blood was thrown at me? And now I am covered in
blood from head to toe. Like SOUTH (1999, Chantal Akerman), LETTERS FROM THE
SILENCE (2006, Prap Boonpan), EUROPA 2005 – 27 OCTOBER (2006, Jean-Marie Straub
+ Danièle Huillet), and RAJPRASONG (2011, Nok Paksnavin), this is a kind of
films which are born out of misery, injustice, and unbearable pain in the
heart. The sound of the shots in this film will keep on reverberating, echoing,
because the dead hasn’t finished dying, until the truth is revealed, and
justice has been restored.
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