Thursday, March 30, 2017

17 (2017, Nottapon Boonprakob)

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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