People were once flowers whose flesh bloomed
Flowers that took away the tongue and eyes
Tongue and eyes leaving paralysis obscured
The bottomless stomach
Or a pollen-less fate for the many sons of this world
A life with warmth
and wilderness
Then in an eternity for a change
Will you see how flowers turn to flesh
Meeting jazz. Food poisoning the brass band. Accidentally killing a boar and getting rewarded for it. Selling a Playstation console for instruments. Everyone in the cast whose character plays their respective instruments learned for real behind the scenes. Hawaii. The brilliant chemistry. Small and giant landing comedic moments. Slacking to swinging. And a boy. Pure joy, just teenagers making themselves and the world better through musical influence. Jazz mouse. The hyperactive energy of Dance With Me may win over me more, but Swing Girls takes it's joyful veins in a slightly more understated route, one that goes into specially unique and rewarding ones.
Fruit Chan is like the angrier Wong Kar-wai. Psychological love is present but stripped down, and the only thing left is angst. Dreaminess fills the entire film, our characters want to dream, but nihlism eventually takes over and the only reward they get is nothing but shattered hopes and dreams. Features a low-key optimistic version of the cemetary scene from Dangerous Encounters of the First Kind.
