I saw Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives last night. It was beautiful. The only way I can really describe is that it was like a long poem: softly spoken, slowly paced.

A middle-aged man who is in the last stages of terminal kidney failure returns to his home in the forests of Northern Thailand to settle his affairs. To me, as a Westerner, it challenges my perception of death: before and after. In the most touching scene, Boonmee holds the ghost of his dead wife and tells her that he is excited to see what will happen [when he dies], she replies that she was too, though she was too embarrassed to tell him.

I’d recommend it, if you like meditative/contemplative films. Otherwise, probably not for you.