K. Austin Collins
I think a long time ago I sort of purged myself of wanting to express myself in criticism from some kind of guru-like height. I don't know how much more intelligent I've gotten, but I've at least gotten past pretending to be particularly intelligent.
You get the feeling Kaili is at a crossroads of not only modernity and custom but also industry and nature, with cement caverns and tenements sculpted into the sides and innards of lush, green hills and talk of old rituals and local lore, however mournful or unsettling, striking life into the film’s dark interiors.