Cyclo

Cyclo tries to tell the story of a cycle-rikshaw driver in Ho Chi Minh city, but gets overly poetic and becomes a montage of disconnected (but beautiful) imagery. While watching it I was sure it was directed by the same director who directed "The Vertical Ray of the Sun", because both movies emphasized much on the imagery and bits and pieces of random poetry than on the cohesiveness or the script of the film which rendered it tedious to watch in the long run.

I was not wrong, a search in IMDb has revealed that it was taken by Anh Hung Tran the very same director of "the vertical..." Most of the movie is like a guessing game, characters don't speak much, there are abrupt actions, random insertions of poetry, haunting imagery akin to moving paintings but without any connection to the plot. This goes on for a while till you grow tired of guessing and decide to sleep. I am not that arty-farty yet.