Metacritic-Rezensionen

What you see and hear always seems perfectly natural, even if you can't exactly say why. Who needs words when you have cinema?

The magic of Uncle Boonmee is that it makes all viewers feel like the strange ones.

A moving, gently reassuring tale that softens the boundaries between humanity and nature, life and the afterlife.

If anything, Joe's sense of dream logic is more naturalistic than Lynch's, more grounded in the knowable world - as much, that is, as we can know about nature - and the luminous Uncle Boonmee is no exception.

Spirit, animal, and human worlds coexist in dreamy harmony in this remarkable drama.

A work of unostentatious beauty and uncloying sweetness, at once sophisticated and artless, mysterious and matter-of-fact, cosmic and humble, it asks only a measure of Boonmeevian acceptance: The movie doesn't mean anything-it simply is.

As Joe blurs the line between reality and the supernatural, his haunting and hypnotic film exerts a hold you don't want to break. It's a beauty.

A whimsical essay about the final days of a villager suffering from kidney failure it is undoubtedly one of the filmmaker's most accessible works.

Uncle Boonmee is entrancing-and also, if you're not sufficiently steeped in its rhythms, narcotizing.

A gentle trance-out and the strangest Palme d'Or winner in a while.