Hailed as a masterpiece by some, and a near one by others, I liked it
quite a bit, and never felt bored in spite of it's nearly 4 hour
running time. I was quite moved - to the point of tears - by the end.
It looks and feels like no other movie I've seen, shot in a shifting
sepia tone, with very little dialogue, and long silent takes. It's an
intimate epic. Sort of a Japanese version of a Terrence Malick film.
A young brother and sister, and a bus driver are the only survivors of
a random bus-jacking by a madman. The three retreat from the world. But
two years later the bus driver seeks out the brother and sister -
living alone and mute despite their youth - and the long, slow process
of healing begins.
As much as I liked a lot of it, certain plot twists felt clunky or
heavy handed, as did some of the dialogue. A movie so based in unspoken
emotion loses something when the themes suddenly become too literal, in
word or action. But, those are things that might bother me less on a
second viewing, when I was more prepared for this unique, odd, powerful