I log films on here after watching them.
Sometimes I write shit about them.
Only watched this because the poster resembled Asyl: Park and Love Hotel, so I was hoping for a similar vibe.
This one is a complete slog though. Most of the dialogue is so drawn out that it's inevitable for the performances to come across as hammy beyond belief. The drab aesthetic is supposed to magnify the characters' hopelessness, but it lacks any subtlety. Everything is grey because they're unhappy, get it?
The music is so fucking unbearable as well. The same few songs feel as if they're on an endless loop.
So yeah, this is a pretty insufferable melodrama.
While this is certainly a laudable exploration on identity and desire, it's also way too inscrutable on pretty much every level. The initial premise is compelling because it raises the possibility of revelation through dismantling the self. That never really happens though as the film mainly just goes in circles.
The real highlight is from Isao, whose masterful framing creates a sense of forlorn alienation that the narrative lacks. It's inquisitive without being ostentatious. If Hitoshi keeps working with him, all is good.
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