Sud pralad (2004)

Calificación de los usuarios:

6.9/10   

Director:

Apichatpong Weerasethakul

Guionista:

Apichatpong Weerasethakul (writer)

Fecha de Lanzamiento:

24 noviembre 2004 (Belgium)

Género:

Drama | Fantasía | Romance

Plot:

A gay-themed romance between a soldier (Lomnoi) and a country boy Tong, wrapped around a Thai folk legend involving a shaman with shapeshifting abilities.

Plot Keywords:

Shapeshifting | Jungle | Movie Theater | Gay Soldier | Tiger

Premios:

4 wins & 1 nomination

Comentarios de los usuarios:

I Need to Write This in Order to Move On...

Reparto

Banlop Lomnoi	...	Keng
Sakda Kaewbuadee	...	Tong
listado alfabético del resto del reparto:
Huai Dessom
Sirivech Jareonchon
Udom Promma

También conocida como:

Tropical Malady (International: English title)
Tropical Malady - Liebe kennt nur den Moment... (Alemania)

Duración:

118 min | France:120 min | Argentina:120 min (Buenos Aires Festival Internacional de Cine Independiente)

País:

Thailand | France | Alemania | Italy

Idioma:

Tailandés

Color:

Color

Relación de Aspecto:

1.85 : 1

Sonido:

Dolby Digital | Dolby SR

Clasificación:

Spain:13 | Argentina:13 | Singapore:M18 | UK:12A | USA:Not Rated

Compañía:

Backup Films

Trivialidades:

Chosen by the French film journal "Cahiers du cinéma" as the best film of 2004.

Conexiones de Película:

Referenced in 2006 Glitter Awards (2006) (V)

I Need to Write This in Order to Move On...

I actually feel bad that I did not connect with this film. For all its perceived depth noted in other comments here (and in the pages of Film Comment magazine), this experimental Thai film left me unmoved and even a bit irritated. Perhaps I was not "viewing with my heart," as another commenter suggested was necessary.

The one redeeming factor for me was the opportunity for a realistic glimpse of rural Thailand, and some scenes were indeed beautifully photographed.

I am no stranger to experimental and non-narrative structures in film, but found myself fast-forwarding through much of this piece, especially the latter "folkloric" half.

Inscrutable and languidly paced do not always equal a soulful, moving film experience, and I can't help but wonder if some of the praise for this one comes from those willing to be blown away by anything impenetrably arty.

There really is not a lot to this film, not much happens per se, and it is left to the viewer to project one's own sensory or emotional illuminations onto the structure, what little there is. I was unable to make this leap, cold-hearted bastard that I am.