



Inside the Yellow Cocoon Shell makes A Brighter Summer Day feel like a brisk thriller. Not much actually happens. The film moves at a crawl, forcing you to slow down and sit with silence, grief, and ritual. If you’re in the right headspace, it’s beautiful. If not, it’s like watching paint dry.
Thi?n drifts through misty forests, old churches, and fading memories. He talks to monks, old friends, and past loves. He’s searching—but for what? God? Purpose? Himself?
The film feels like a quiet prayer. It’s more about questions than answers. I admired it, but found it too vague to fully connect.