Sometimes a look doesn't say anything and at the same time it's hiding everything.
I don't need to carve a hole into a tree and whisper my secret, for my tree is my very own core.
May filmmakers like Wong Kar Wai and composers like Shigeru Umebayashi never die.
In the mood for love, here are 10 minutes of pure cinematographic extasis. Enjoy!
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Can you read my mind?
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