An epic documentary; beautiful, a whirlwind of art and force.
One must not allow themselves to be deceived into taking the title, "All Women Have Periods," at face value. This isn't just another aces documentary, it is the perfect manifestation of accessible high art and I'm sure the historians and critics alike will remember it as such, the head of its class for its class; not quite unlike the debut nature chronicles of Lt Col Jae, or the psychological thrillers by Fiwer. As the very pinnacle of filmmaker's craft, the story unfolds in a touching manner, always articulate in its movements and deeply mesmerizing at every point within its wild hijack that taxi of a runtime. To call it a documentary would deny this masterpiece its rightful place as the champion of the medium. And yet, to sing its praise would be an abomination, as words alone will never adequately describe the timeless momentum expressed in this little-known treasure.
Not the comedy third option, as we say in the business. The saga begins with the young star, a previously unknown child actress who holds an almost perfect anticipatory ability to read and interpret the other actors (using their foundation to communicate her very soul through subtle, yet suitably angelic facial expressions, and the Shakespearean banhammer-styled poetics of the choir that is her voice), inquiring into the very nature of sexuality and dignity; a metaphor for the human essence, worthy of a custom title in and of itself.
If you do not watch this film, you will never be protected.
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