A remarkably low key sci-fi film about a galaxy wide delivery service that take literally years and years to deliver each package. The ship, which looks like a flying Japanese house, is manned by a single person, who spends her time doing the little things - sweeping, mopping, making tea and even recording her musings. Periodically, the ship lands and she delivers a single solitary package, with varying degrees reactions by the receivers. The final delivery in the film is particularly poignant.
As many have said, kind of a Tarkovsky-like film. Very minimalist, with the days literally listed out as she does her chores. Think the beginning of the original *Solaris*. Truly a slow paced film, which generally isn't my style, but this was almost the movie equivalent of an ASMR video. I felt totally wrapped up in every little sound, from the drip of the faucet to the hiss of the teapot.
And each of the "worlds" that were landed on was filmed in the hellscape that is the Fukushima nuclear disaster site, positing a universe nearly devoid of people after some kind of post-apocalyptic war.
But you really have to be in the mood to be wrapped around the simple joy of the sound a can stuck to the bottom of your shoe makes as one walk thru a deserted landscape. Wind down on a late Friday night with this black and white meditation and it will really hit home.
As many have said, kind of a Tarkovsky-like film. Very minimalist, with the days literally listed out as she does her chores. Think the beginning of the original *Solaris*. Truly a slow paced film, which generally isn't my style, but this was almost the movie equivalent of an ASMR video. I felt totally wrapped up in every little sound, from the drip of the faucet to the hiss of the teapot.
And each of the "worlds" that were landed on was filmed in the hellscape that is the Fukushima nuclear disaster site, positing a universe nearly devoid of people after some kind of post-apocalyptic war.
But you really have to be in the mood to be wrapped around the simple joy of the sound a can stuck to the bottom of your shoe makes as one walk thru a deserted landscape. Wind down on a late Friday night with this black and white meditation and it will really hit home.