Don't watch it for plot, or character development; revel instead in its evocation of warm, wistful moods, its sly sense of humour and its fierce commitment to creating a mystical cinema far from the orthodoxies of both independent and mainstream cinema.

Don't think of it as film. Think of it as a series of paintings that talk to each other, raptly and quietly.

Profoundly mysterious, erotic, funny, gentle, playful, utterly distinctive, it is the work of the Thai director and installation-artist Apichatpong Weerasethakul, who now has a claim to be approaching the league of Kiarostami and Haneke.

A fleeting shadow, an elusive memory fading as the mind slips into sleep, a long lost lover reborn in a dream.