Self-absorption is a curse that leads to bitterness and sterility; the City a toxin that can only be strained from the blood by a long dose of good country living; a spoiled brat learns what it is to be a human being. Filled with the beautiful, delicate touches so embarrassingly common in classic Japanese films (the foot massage sequence is an absolute jewel), placid as a country stream.
A bit disappointed by my first Gosho. It never really comes full circle, the emotional impact is fairly weak too. Gosho's style and tone is very different to other Japanese filmakers of the time, and I'm still intrigued to see more, but far from greatness. 3.5/5