it's never ending. i've watched it and felt like the end was left aside, still in progress, in hot debate, in an incipient phase of being conceptualized, shyly dabbed at. i watch it again and it still has no end. it refuses it, as if conventional structure and circularity of plot is naive and can be cast off with the natural and necessary gesture of a snake shedding its skin.
not easy to watch. has komeda's music, snow, strange dream- or rather nightmare-like atmosphere and something undeniably true about it. i guess it's one of those films which one has to see more times and in better quality. imagine it in the cinema!
Easy to say some films are like dreams but this is definitely one of those films. It's elegiac and mesmerizing and the very type of work I think will creep up in my thoughts randomly and wonderfully in coming days.