I can't express it, I can only seem to repeat it, the fountain under the dark boulevard that appears when the voiceover mentions the origin of the sunless, and the frightening pastoral scenery of those coarse grains of darkness and coldness, and the countless sunless fascinates me The picture: the canopy of white birds perched, Rousseau's tombstone, the indifferent streetscape of Tokyo, the white waves swallowing black rocks under the rust-red bridge in San Francisco. I was thinking that the director mentioned the lack of rhetoric in Japanese literature at the beginning, and the words alone are enough to express the meaning. So I thought again, this movie is a grand and sophisticated rhetoric for me.
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