Lung Neaw Visits his Neighbours – Rirkrit Tiravanija

Film by Rirkrit Tiravanija | 2011 I 154min

Lung Neaw Visits his Neighbours – Rirkrit Tiravanija

Film by Rirkrit Tiravanija | 2011 I 154min

Film by Rirkrit Tiravanija | 2011 I 154min

Feature Film

S16mm to DCP, Color, 5.1 sound, 154 minutes

Production / Camera / Location Sound / Editing / Color Grade / Sound Desing / Mix

Mexico, Thailand.

New York Times

JULY 15, 2012, 


Rural Life Seen Through a Man Who Has Lived Many Seasons

Time slows to a crawl in “Lung Neaw Visits His Neighbors,” the first feature by the Argentine-born, New York-based Thai artist, Rirkrit Tiravanija. The subject of this film is a 60-year-old retired rice farmer living in a rural village in Chiang Mai province of northern Thailand. This 2 ½-hour film, which is described by Mr. Tiravanija as “not a documentary and not a narrative” but “more of a portraiture,” rewards concentration once you adjust to its glacial pace and its radically minimalist aesthetic. It has no screenplay or story line.

Its title character, a humble well-liked man, might be retired, but he is far from idle. The film shows Lung Neaw (Lung is a Thai courtesy title meaning Uncle) going about his daily rituals as he goes to market, hunts, visits a forest to pick herbs for cooking, bathes in a river, prays, chops wood and takes a long walk during which the nearly stationary camera observes him from afar for several minutes as he recedes into the distance. The camera is so unobtrusive that in a scene of Lung Neaw and a woman (presumably his wife) cooking dinner, their backs are turned as they meticulously prepare the food. Many of Lung Neaw’s tasks are followed from beginning to end.

Much of the sparse dialogue consists of his conversations. Some but not all of it is small talk. In one talk with a Buddhist monk the subject is deforestation and its consequences, as trees are cut down to create rice fields. In another, Lung Neaw calmly acknowledges that his generation may be the last to live this kind of existence. In yet another, he and an acquaintance confess to occasional bouts of loneliness.

The movie doesn’t sentimentalize Lung Neaw as a heroic primitive living in harmony with nature. When you consider that a vast majority of people in the world live this simply, he is really a global Everyman.

The village is not so far from a city that urban resources are unavailable. He and another farmer discuss their aches and pains and mention nearby hospitals where treatment can be obtained. The outside world is audible through the static heard on a portable radio whose antenna Lung Neaw constantly adjusts to get better reception.

“Lung Neaw Visits His Neighbors,” shot with a 16-millimeter camera, is visually sumptuous. The electric greens of the fields and forests evoke an all-embracing fecundity. If you imagined that a rural Asian farmer didn’t enjoy as full a life as the most sophisticated and well-traveled urbanite, the film should make you think again.


July 22, 2012,


Lung Neaw Visits His Neighbors

Argentine-born artist Rirkrit Tiravanija charts the real-time, day-to-day peregrinations of a retired rice farmer as he moves around his rural Thai village.

An observational docu, a work of conceptual art and a slo-mo slap in the face to short attention spans, “Lung Neaw Visits His Neighbors” is not for the impatient. With a pace as unhurried as his subject, New York-based, Argentine-born artist Rirkrit Tiravanija charts the real-time, day-to-day peregrinations of a retired rice farmer as he moves around his rural Thai village, foraging, shopping, bathing, planting and almost defying viewers to stick with the film. Those who do will be rewarded, although they won’t number enough to make more than a few thousand baht for this limited New York presentation.

Tiravanija is less interested in traditional storytelling than in the relationship between viewer and object, a theme evident in his other works (such as an art piece in which he turned a gallery into a kitchen). The helmer means to scrutinize the process that transpires between art and consumer; if auds feel affronted by “Lung Neaw,” it isn’t by accident. Their comfortable give-and-take with the screen is being turned upside down, although that implies more conventional drama than the film cares to dole out.

Lung Neaw (“lung” means “uncle” in Thai), whose weary gait and weathered face make him an unconventional (but ultimately endearing) subject for such protracted study, shops at a night market, trudges home, gives his food away to a troupe of traveling monks, and looks impassive as his groceries move on down the road. Neaw wasn’t chosen by Tiravanija because he’s a font of emotion; rather, he reflects an age-old way of life and attitude toward nature that are measured and resigned. Neaw seems to have few expectations and receives few surprises.

Viewers may be surprised at how they are drawn into his story, as it were, the lush landscapes of northern Thailand being one attraction, and the deliberate pace being another. Rather than the comparatively assaultive approach to cinema applied by so many commercial directors, Tiravanija’s technique solicits nothing: It merely is, and one either gets on the trail with Neaw or doesn’t.

The result is a study in cinematic relativity: Watching Neaw negotiate a vast field of rice paddies by walking the dirt berms that separate them — with the camera positioned about a mile away — literally reduces the viewer’s pulse rate. The cooking of a meal, subsequently, becomes high drama, especially when one of the participants is furiously skinning a snake. (Will it be eaten? The imagination roils.) Under such low-key conditions, the imposition of a car crash or shootout would cause a coronary.

The film is divided into chapters with such titles as “The Days of This Society Is (sic) Numbered,” “No Fire, No Ash” and “Tomorrow Is Another Day” — none of which seem to have any specific meaning in relation to what follows, but provide hope to the weary that something specific is about to happen. But Tiravanija is a provocateur; Neaw’s seemingly endless, futile attempts to get good reception on his ancient transistor radio seem calculated to push squirmers out of their seats. Others will find this one more funny episode in Neaw’s life and Tiravanija’s art.

Production values are mixed: The visuals seem intentionally shaky, although Cristian Manzutto’s 16mm camera is always pointed in the right direction.