This movie is so full of self-pity! We watch a man who misses his life. Traditional role stereotypes: Man is lonely, becomes successful, finally love, wife keeps household, dies out of fear of not having bought enough clothes. Even less a film than a commented slide show with parallel camera rides. The film narrative is a mere allegation. Soaked in sweet piano ripples by Ryuichi Sakamoto. Poetry is different.
Der Film hat die Poetik der Romane und Erzählungen Haruki Murakamis wunderbar eingefangen. Ich habe den Stil und die SchauspielerInnen sehr genießen können und verlor mich in den Bildern dieser wunderbaren Regiekunst. Einsamkeit und die Kunst zu vergessen bedingen einander und doch blitzt immer wieder die Sehnsucht und damit die Hoffnung auf. Dies scheint das Schicksal des modernen Menschen zu sein.
Wow ! Haruki Murakami is one of my favourite authors, I read almost all his work. I haven't seen yet a film, where he contributed with the screenplay. What a piece of gem, again I have to thank Mubi for this one. This minimal work of art says so much with so little elements. And the music is great. I felt that Murakami feeling I always get when I read one of his books. Glad to experience it also audio and visually
Somehow manages to strip the title character of any development, in exchange for a long-lensed poetic parlor-trick to save money and melodramatic voice over. Murikami's work is about the nature of reality and our relationship to, not reading beat poetry in a warm bath atmosphere. Jazz you say? No, Jazz may be visceral, but Jazz is real. "The difference may have been subtle. But to Tony, that difference was crucial."
Wow! Stellar and brave. Left me with so much with doing so very "little". Really an excellent piece. Sad, but there were moments I literally laughed my ass off. Fantastic camera work and gentle but focused acting. One of the best films ever about being who you are in this world and all of the pangs that can cause. Brilliant
A former designer gives up her job to be a housewife and washes her husband's car while he sits and watches - then she dies for her designer clothes (??!!!). Is it just me who sees something seriously wrong with this? I kept waiting for a twist that never came, indulging instead in Sakamoto's beautiful melodies of loss and emptiness. Good direction, too.