His Motorbike, Her Island

Absolutely phenomenal film about the things we like to remember and the things we can't help but forget. Time and memory, the past and present, dream and reality flowing in and out of each other, flirting at the edges, eventually sharing the same frame. Every time I watch a…

esther

Dreams of monochrome juxtaposed with the colours of reality. Flying, not riding, a Kawasaki in search of excitement; an escape from stability disguised as boredom. His Motorbike, Her Island is a celebration of freedom, masculinity, feminity, and the marriage of Western and…

Ayush

Extremely beautiful film probably made even more romantic by the fact that it’s impossible for me to see someone ride a motorcycle and not imagine them crashing into a fiery death at any moment.

Sean Gilman

one thing to note - apart from maybe one sequence at the very end of the film obayashi never seems to use the switching from black and white to color to any schematic end. reminds me more of a great pianist just knowing when to use the pedals.

nrh

i don’t need a motorbike  i don’t need a motorbike i don’t need a motorbike i don’t need a motorbike i don’t need a motorbike

saxon mitchell

weaving in and out of memories and color; dripping with the sweet nostalgic ache that is heightened with love.

amanda :(

any romantic relationship is built on wanting to share your silly little things with the other person and quietly hoping they don’t die

rows

Immortalising moments in your life as they occur, savouring them before they have passed, watching your memories be written before your very eyes. To be youthful is to exist in a constant flux of immediacy and self-reflection - colour and monochrome - living out an…

Shea

Fictions one pick by the road. The image overloaded of longing and weight, very much a film of its time with how it moves between registers. The romance of the road imagined with just enough danger to keep things of balance, but the real desire to disappear in a wistful…

Filipe Furtado