Sans soleil

While the muffled and distorted auditory landscape infused with electronica is pleasantly unsettling, there is an element of voyeurism in this film that does not seem quite right. The impression it gives of Japan is powerful - one feels Japan - but the other portions of the film lack this impressionist quality. The repetition of "He wrote me..." is both tiresome and pretentious.

dreamy probe of the nature of human memory

A dream lived in reality. I wouldn't know how to describe this film and I'm not sure whether re-watches would be of any help as well. This film is to be experienced.

The most pretentious new-age acidhead rubbish I've ever seen. I expected nothing and was still disappointed. If you turn the sound off there's some nice scenery.

Not sure what to make of it. Pretentious, but with a lot of striking images strung together quite gracefully. "The more you watch Japanese television, the more you feel it's watching you."