3,5 No word's stranger to Mizoguchi’s world here than “estrangement”. So strange, that women kill to wipe it & wind up in a paradox, causing the ultimate estrangement of him whose distance became unacceptable. No help from act-object ambiguity; the upshot of an action follows actual action, one cannot die incessantly, engaging singly in the process w/out achieving the fractally postponed, denied, fallout tranquility.
One of my favourite Mizoguchi films so far, a really visually amazing film that encapsulates everything in the last scene. Like every Mizoguchi, it is staged like a play and shot in an effortless fashion. It is clearly an autobiographical work, I will show the beauty of all woman clearly serving as a metaphor for Mizoguchi himself. And beside that we have a great story and performances from Bando and Tanaka.