In this silent, menacing film, as in all Weeresethakul’s other cinematic works, the mystical, the legendary is transformed through cinema into the real, and he uses cinema as an attestation for the unseen.
The film, shot in low-contrast black and white, strains to see human activity through the foggy air and gradually gleans signs of political violence. Like its director’s features, it brims with layered sound: bugs chirp, a guitarist strums, a radio crackles. Vapour transmutes a real place into this lingering set of sensory impressions.
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