It’s been the most bizarre of months, just happy to be here.
Mickey 17, my first film in eons. Will you please reignite my love for cinema?
Sad to say this was rather disappointing. Whatever potential it had was squandered by the 30 minute mark. Seriously, there are like a hundred million possible conflicts that can arise from the simple concept of an expendable. And they went with…that? The plot just meanders on and on til you are hit with…
It's astonishing! How quickly someone can vanish from your life. In an instant. Like an electron flung into the vastness of space.
お元気ですか？あたしは元気です！
You holler into the mountains, hoping for a reply. Silence.
お元気ですか？あたしは元気です！
Everything still. He’s vanished. Gone forever. Or maybe he never existed. Desperate now, you cry out his name repeatedly. Your voice is swallowed by the mountains, fading into echoes. Tears streaming down your face, you fall to the snow. Fleeting memories of him flicker through your…
Perhaps my perspective is limited by my own experiences but I find myself disagreeing completely with the premise of this film. Does man truly possess an inherent desire to kill those whom they have the slightest conflicts with? Wishing harm on someone is one thing, but harbouring thoughts of murdering them is another.
Take, for example, Takabe's wish for his wife’s death—the catalyst for Mamiya’s intervention. I find this puzzling. Why not simply institutionalise her or get a divorce? She…
This film explores a love that goes beyond conventional notions—one that survives, even thrives in, the absence of physical proximity. It’s neither romantic nor familial love, but rather a digital bond formed through shared vulnerabilities and experiences. Amid the rapidly digitalising 1990s where relationships are increasingly being forged online, Yoshimitsu Morita contends that emotional connection formed with online interactions supersedes corporeal intimacy.
It is worth noting how the seamless editing integrated the characters' online exchanges into their daily lives, creating…
