Memories of Matsuko
I was so disappointed. Nakashima made two strange and endearing movies, and even Kamikaze Girls, in its seizure-inducing wildness was heartfelt, but this is just bloated, overwrought, and ineffective. Even if he used the musical aspect as satire, it's just so blown out of proportion that I tired of it at the end. He needs to zero in on something more particular, instead of telling a general story about love lost.