finally caved and made a letterboxd account
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
that train journey, wow….. koji unexpectedly entering the carriage at the home station, stealing glimpses across the aisle and gradually taking seats closer and closer to reiko as other passengers disembark… getting the seat badk-to-back with hers… seated across from her at a little table, with reiko crying as she watches him sleep… finally sitting side by side—but only for a brief moment…
so so good… the imagery a new candle being stuck on to the stub of an old one; a second-hand, ambiguously designed theatre mask being passed from hand to hand and face to face… it’s a film about smoothing over the cracks, protecting broken relationships; it’s about the resilience of a woman trapped in a loveless marriage; it’s about an elderly patriarch who reaches old age only to find that he’s failed at fatherhood, and that it is too late…
circles haunt this film. the perfect sphere of the golf ball, flying in circles around the trunk of the tree to which it is tethered. the disc of the disassembled weighing scales and clock that sun-hwa fixes. a shot of a hand placing a cd into a sequence of different players in multiple houses. the words of the prison warden, who mentions how the human eyes can only ever see 180 degrees—so sun-hwa occupies the other half of that circle, completes the 360: always just behind you, just out of sight. the perfect ghost.