It is often the custom of film school to tell you what is cinematic or not. For instance, they may eschew ambiguity as a marker of weak visual storytelling, or deem a talking cinema anti-cinematic. But I knew, based on what learned from the works of Antonioni to Ozu to Rohmer to Resnais… that those things can also be inherently cinematic and titillating, perhaps even more. So I wanted to concoct a film that amalgamates the seemingly-uncinematic with the cinematic. Long monologues. Vague mysteries. Story told through memories and dreams. I wanted to prove that through a directing prowess, they can also be rendered into a vital and enchanting visual experience.