I like Japanese films because of the feeling of calming people down; while French films are always full of sentiment.
I like Asano's neuroticism, like him silently following behind the hostess, ordering everything to a certain order, quietly listening to her complaints, her happiness and sadness.
She said: "Why don't you go home." "Because the house smells bad." Refreshing dialogue.
The unintentional encounter between the two became dependent on each other, he no longer thought of suicide, she became as natural as breathing to him. At the end of Asano smoking a cigarette, there was a scene of meeting her in Osaka a few years later, while she on the other side was waiting for him to go with her. The reality was so cruel and cold. This is the world of bliss. He smiled in prison as if he saw her by his side.
I really love this fragile, sensitive and lonely man.
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