Morita’s closeups are shocking, symbolic, and often beautiful. They carry so much weight here for many reasons, primarily though because they’re uncharacteristic of his work which before and after Keiho was comprised mainly of dutifully composed wide and medium shots.
The close up is essential to this story, though: showing the crime scene very early on, only to pull back at the end to reveal what actually happened; forebodingly framing a child walking with her killer, only his legs visible versus her whole body; focusing on different features of the same character’s split personality, delving into his mind via his eyes.
Definitely his most engaging work of the whole retrospective, and satisfies the craving that The Black House left me with for a true horror film from Morita.