I had not seen any of this director's work before, and I approached this film with a frisson of mixed expectations: was it going to be sensual, mysterious, erotic? It was none of those, at least initially. Instead, it seemed to be the simplest of stories told in the simplest of terms, and at a certain point even the story begins to disappear and moments begin to hang there, almost timelessly, and almost independently of each other. The film then takes on the quality of a complex tapestry of unconnected, yet strangely connected, moments, and every thing falls asleep - a symphony of almost unbearable tenderness ends on a whisper. My predominant emotion while watching this film was reverence; I found myself watching almost breathlessly as the camera lovingly explored its simple objects, whether these were flies on food, sun filtered through the leaves of a forest or a woman crying. There are a few shots when people's faces were filmed whilst they were lying down, and I found myself resisting the urge to turn my head sideways to see what the expression on the faces were, finding that I wanted to rather go with the director's view and accept things the way he chose to present them. That trust was amply rewarded, and this film has now stayed with me for weeks, flashing into my mind from time to time, enticing and inviting me to explore the world in the way Weerasethakul does in this astonishing film. As you can see, this film has the power to change one's conception of the world we live in pretty radically. I am sorry that my review is so subjective, but I don't know how else this film can be approached.It is indeed sensual, mysterious and somewhat erotic, but it is above all a visionary exploration of the everyday world that lets the mundane speak for itself in its most intimate and revealing terms. So be prepared to have your heart broken, not by sadness but by the loving and mysterious spell of the ordinary.