For a certain kind of filmgoer, director Apichatpong Weerasethakul is the man. Elliptical, mysterious, poetic, astonishing, his movies (like Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives) are a kind of religious experience. No director I can name crafts films that feel so restorative, so contemplative, so oddly life-affirming. His latest, Cemetery of Splendor, just premiered at Cannes. I'm still sussing some of it out, but the movie knocked me for a loop. My review is up at Paste.
