Bernie Wu

Bernie Wu loves two things: needle drops that make you go “wait, is that Enya?” and pretentious black-and-white cinematography that screams this means something. A spiritual descendant of Tarkovsky and that one film student who thinks a cigarette is a metaphor for existential dread, Bernie crafts stories so confusing even he needs a diagram to explain the plot. If there’s a mirror, a monologue, and an unresolved identity crisis, you’re watching a Bernie Wu film. Viewer discretion is advised: you might feel things (or just feel lost).