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The pace of memory together with present reality is often quick and evanescent.

The magic of film is that a slowing of motion is possible. A time stretch in which memory can slide into reality and then move back and forth as in remembering a love affair or growing up or meeting someone or, as it happens here, losing someone dear.

Soundless Wind Chime (2011)

Meant as a tribute to the director Wong Kar Wai, Kit Hung weaves a magical tapestry of two men from two cultures who fall in love.

Time and scene shift and reassemble.

This is from our DVD collection. An interlude between Netflix shipments which were interrupted when I purged our queue and sent back some of the films I got that I didn't really want to see.

Labels: films, gay films