The cinematography here is exceptional; of smoke, snow, earth and water. But wind? Never. No wind for these stale lovers, for the rotting leaves. The narrative drags a bit towards the end, as the eroticization overshadows the haunting beauty of the ghost story.
What more can I ask for in an Art Film? "Empire of Passion" is a Japanese period piece. A domestic-anxiety drama & crime thriller that is erotically-charged, supernatural, and theosophical. I watched a unique, intriguing, and beautiful film. Perhaps this started the craze about unsettled spirits of murdered people, later seen (or rumored) in other Japanese movies.
Douleur sublime des cris qui déchirent les corps et les paysages. Les oiseaux sont là, leurs chants et leurs cadavres, manifestent la présence de la mort et du tragique. Pas même la chaire peut conjurer la souffrance; elle en montre la beauté. La maison est un exemple d'harmonie entre l'architecture et le paysage, éloge de l'habitat où les gestes du quotidiens donnent vie aux choses mais le quotidien est là anéanti.
Truly one of the most chilling ghost stories out there. Oshima's brilliant direction guides the film with such fluidity, like a snake in the grass- slowly, uneasily creeping. From the moment that the first seeds of the affair are planted, through the murder, the guilt, finally to the lovers' punishment of their crime, I was held in a dizzying state of terror. Sexy and scary, brilliantly acted and so beautifully shot.