"Hypnotic" pretty much describes this film perfectly, with its beautiful black and white photography and a haunting setting.
It is not necessary to dwell too deeply into the plot, as it is only a device to expose a study in human nature; our reminiscence for the past, holding on to relics, even if everything else has already changed. Just like sand devours liquid, holding on to a memory long passed can also does that to life. This is not the easiest movie to decipher, (With just one viewing, I'm sure a lot of its symbolism is still lost to me.) but just for the imagery alone is worth the trip.
Besides, we also have Eiji Okada, whom was last seen in the equally poetic Hiroshima Mon Amour; (this man has taste!) His on screen charisma is just incredible, too bad not a lot of his work is available here in North America.
I urge everyone interested in art house cinema give this a try, you won't regret it. (If, this is of any help, Eiji Okada exposed his behind in this film.)
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