Shiki-Jitsu

A haunting though often opaque meditation on loneliness, trauma and an escape via the moving image which is just as fascinating, enthralling, frustrating and pretentious as the description sounds; it’s a fun film to get lost in, especially if you can give yourself over to its particular vibe, but I would love to see it again to properly gather my thoughts. Fujitani’s self-immolation brings to mind memories of the great sufferers of cinemas past, most notably a (much lower tone) variant of Adjani’s POSSESSION effort.