This film is made by the same stuff clouds (or should I say dreams) are made off. The entire film I had the feeling of going through the atmosphere, all densities of it, those that "neither the world nor time can tear [them] apart". And then, color. And then, death... death and dreams that only art keeps alive. (How the song goes? "Where I come from nobody knows and where I am going everything goes.")
After wrestling with my intellect saying it was junk, I decided to give it 5 stars. A very strange and beautiful film. Goofy voice-overs, melodramatic score and an aesthetic that lies somewhere between "Ugetsu" and "Last Year at Marienbad". I was unsure of it the whole time I watched but stayed engaged. In the end the visuals are so striking that they sell the aspects of the film I didn't much care for.
Silly melodrama, culminates in post-war anxiety fleeing to an island amidst, literally, the waves of time. Maudlin fantasy wasn't needed in 1948 and it certainly isn't needed now. The whole film expresses a sentimental unwillingness to connect historical futures with cherished pasts, hell, it visually declares at one point that life is insubstantial unless it resembles a great exaggeration: the portrait of Jennie.