Somchai lit a cigarette, though the ‘No Smoking’ sign was stuck to the monitor with yellowing tape. He was the director, the star, and now—three years later—the sole survivor of Blood (2004). The film had premiered at a festival in Rotterdam, won a minor award, then vanished. A critic had called it “a slow, wet scream into a void.” Somchai had been proud of that.
His wife had left. She took the baby. The last thing she said was: “You loved the movie more than the blood in your own daughter’s veins.” blood (2004 english subtitles)
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