Yep

Yeap  yep  yep  yep  yep

It's like  reading the Bible ..or the Qur'an ..or the Torah ..the Gita ..or Tripitaka

..in like the middle (basket) somewhere.

--- Won't try 'n explain this feeling. It's like relating ..withOut relating really.

The music. The scenery. Dialogue. Story.

The period. It's as if that "period" never even existed ..really ..in this quantum paradigm  ..or vector  ..or whatever th' fuck. So it digs in each n every time ..as if infinite catharsis is written [like mantras ..or some intended or unintended conjuring or some such] into the film. Even as in-the-moment, or improvisational, or in simple plain English it's written & interpreted in and around the core conflict. It doesn't haVe to relate. The humanity burns into flesh n synapse.

The sequence around the coffee table in Venice for instance. Then in the adjacent room. Then on the shore  cellulose acetate ...and light sensitive minerals.