2021
Cannes Film Festival
最佳劇本、費比西國際影評人獎、基督教評審團獎｜金棕櫚獎提名
最佳劇本、費比西國際影評人獎、基督教評審團獎｜金棕櫚獎提名
最佳國際影片｜最佳影片、最佳導演、最佳改編劇本提名
最佳外語片
最佳外語片
濱口龍介的電影《睡著也好醒來也罷》改編自日本作家柴崎友香的小說，「讀到最後，必定會為朝子那不可思議的自私而吃驚吧。」記得書裡的附錄有過這麼一句評論。這部作為濱口龍介在台正式上映的第一部電影，迴響稱不上熱烈，直到東出昌大和唐田英里佳爆出不倫，這部片才在新聞裡再度被提起。而東出面對「喜歡杏還是唐田？」的地獄提問，說出了「我的想法會傷害妻子。」驚人般的誠實之語——如此看來，他實在很適合活在濱口的電影裡呀。
"Everyone starts out wanting to be kind." Four best friends who once shared everything find their bond shattered by a single secret. A woman dates a man who looks exactly like her first love—until the real one, long missing, reappears. Upon discovering her friend has fallen for her ex, she abruptly turns back to find him. A recently widowed man meets a silent female chauffeur who changes the course of his grief. From Locarno to Cannes, Berlin, Venice, and the Oscars, Ryūsuke Hamaguchi, hailed as the heir to Japan’s cinematic masters, gently yet unflinchingly captures stories of intimacy—at once enchanting and cruel—through his lens.
Since childhood, I’ve often dreamed of being on the move—traveling along roads, crossing landscapes. Over time, I developed a habit of noticing similar scenes in films and documentaries. As long as we keep moving, stories and encounters will unfold naturally. Things begin to get interesting—or not. Who am I? Where am I? Where am I going? These questions hover around us like ghosts, always present. This playlist is dedicated to all travelers on Giloo. You don’t need to pack anything. Just hit the road. It’s time to go—Are you coming?
“When life hits a low, just say: I’m heading out.” Bhutan, Istanbul, Hokkaido, Siberia...Follow the protagonists in these films as they set off—whether in search of something, or simply trying to escape. Let their journeys lead you into unfamiliar lands and unexpected moments. As the new year begins, take a step away from the noise. Give yourself the gift of a healing journey—a chance to reset, rediscover, and roam free.
I gave you my youth in exchange for the fresh hope of a new year— Whether it belongs to the past, or to the future still unknown, there are things the wind has left behind: no trace on the surface, yet etched deep within. If we call that youth, it feels just right. To run, to cry out—for the sake of youth. To leave something behind through music and film, to take something in return. And in the process, to become—without regret—someone better.
You hike the trails, you chase the sound, You dive where silent depths are found. (And overtime with no one paid, Fall hard for love that quickly fades.) I dream of lands where horses run, Of chopping wood beneath the sun. (But diets fail, my wallet’s bare — Still chasing clouds, not getting there.) If wounds are life’s unspoken part, Then let me bleed through books and art. Romance — a sickness? I’ll take the fall. I want it all — The high, the hurt, The rise, the sprawl.
In Anton Chekhov’s The Seagull, dreams, work, and love intertwine. Life is a constant pursuit of purpose—despite the frustration, the failures, and the sense of helplessness that may await. Yet we keep struggling, relentlessly. Absurd? Perhaps. A comedy? Undeniably. And that, too, is life. The characters on stage may not be as mad as the world we live in, yet their stories mirror our own. In the illusion of theater, we often glimpse the truest reflections of ourselves
''Back then I didn't know you would die. I even saw hope in your face. Leaves swayed, birds sang, The sun shone in its unremarkable splendor, Connecting with the world.'' By Xiang-hai Jing