"He is like the kid in Art School who forgot to become a cynical money grubber. People persist in calling his films experimental because that is the only way a logical mind can make sense of his oddball constructions. Weerasathakul’s films are not experimental in the least. He knows exactly what he is doing. He does not make films for you and me. He makes them for himself. Love’em or hate’em…he couldn’t care less. And speaking of oddballs, he’s got big, brass ones."
A review of Apichatpong Weerasathakul’s Tropical Malady on Netflix (via iwanttobelikearollingstone)
You know what’s so uncomfortable about this? It shows that perhaps one of the most evil men in history, was a human being. That, on occasion, he could be nice, even flirty. That’s not all. You want to see evil people as evil, screaming horrible stuff over a desk with 20 microphones with 20, 000 people saluting them. The evil is clear and recognizable then. This shows a completely different image, it scares you because that means that evil isn’t a stereotype, that evil is not recognizable, that evil could be anyone. It scares you because this shows that could be lurking inside anyone and you’ll never ever know. Maybe in you?