SHE LOVED BLOSSOMS MORE
Yannis Veslemes‘ psychedelic rumination on death and time, SHE LOVED BLOSSOMS MORE, finally arrives beyond its wildly successful festival run. Three brothers, longing to bring their dead mother back to life, build a time machine. Hedgehog, Dummy, and Japan reside in their family estate, experimenting with household items and unresolved grief.
The boys flitter between trials, doing whatever drugs they can procure, speaking with utter nonchalance about their intentions. Hedgehog, clearly consumed by sadness, eagerly claws his way towards his ultimate goal. Obsession takes hold.
Cinematographer Christos Karamanis brings the viewer inside their drug trips, of which there are many, blurring the lines of reality. Fair warning: if you are sensitive to light or sound, the film can be overwhelming, but inarguably hypnotic. Performances, particularly Panos Papadopoulos, are fantastic.
Production designer Elena Vardava delivers a sumptuous and enveloping atmosphere of jewel-toned furnishings and eclectic wares. The FX team brings wide-eyed gazes with the brothers’ trials, which include a skinless pig and a headless chicken, to start. But the pièce de résistance is the transformation of Dummy’s girlfriend, Samantha.
Sci-fi extravagance aside, Veslemes takes audiences on a visceral and emotional ride into darkness. There is no denying SHE LOVED BLOSSOMS MORE is a WTF, jaw-dropping watch.
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Director: Yannis Veslemes | 2025 | 88 mins | Thriller | Greek, French
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COYOTES
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FANTASTIC PITCHES 
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ZENITHAL
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THE RULE OF JENNY PEN
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TEACUP
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FALLING STARS
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GIRL INTERNET SHOW: A KATI KELLI MIXTAPE
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Twin brothers Tristan and Làzaro are aspiring astronauts. During a late-night swim, Tristan becomes infected with a mysterious physical and mental ailment when a bright green asteroid plummets into the water. Lazaro must understand his brother’s drastic changes as he tries to maintain an elite physical and psychological state.
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