As a compendium of Ozu nods, the film is pretty funny, although Suo, like so many who have attempted to ape the master only gets the notes right, never the rhythms. The pillow shots and 90 degree frames and jaunty music (now deformed into classic porn grooves) are all there, but that only makes the breaks from Ozu’s rigorous style (into a close-up say, or an off-kilter framing) more disruptive.