Made me feel even more gloomier and dejected (but in a good way, always in a good way) than what I already felt. The red wine, coffee, cigarettes, long walk and a few chapters read from Murakami's Wind-Up Bird Chronicle beforehand (somehow Murakami always makes me sad), not to mention a ravishing score by Grizzly Bear didn't help.

A great film should never spend so much time (in this case, the entire time) on exposition.

Essentially, this movie showed that marriage is just as boring and conventional for gays as it is for straight people. I mean seriously, you know you've lost all form of imagination when the most creative thing you can think of (as a lesbian) is sleeping with a man.

So many faces, and yet, so alone.

I gave the film five stars for the two final scenes alone. It might have seemed outrageously overdone, but as a sort of contrast to the rest of the film and John Adams score accompanying, it worked just magnificently.

With its disquieting minimalism and other-worldliness, truly one of the most haunting films I've ever seen.