it's funny how i decided to watch this right after pierrot le fou to take my mind off sequence after sequence of long-winded monologues...only to get a japanese version that half consisted of tumblr prose and the other half genuinely impressive introspection that resonated deeply.
in a tale that deals with musings of bereavement and uses repetitious evocations to bring them to life, it contains enough substance to placate its audience. however, the bleakness did tend to spill over at times. such is life?
