Kimi no tori wa utaeru 2018 Japan And Your Bird Can Sing | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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It doesn't aim very high and hits its target with a sledgehammer If Shôta Sometani were a film he'd be this film. It's liquid. It wasn't made. It was embraced into existence. There is nothing, and no one, representing anything. Just "spend a few (film) weeks with these people ... you're done" Tasuku Emoto and Shôta go head to head sleepy-eye. Shizuka Ishibashi is a revelation. So natural. She can be filmed walking, and make it engrossing, and rhythmical. When you watch this movie listen to the sound of her feet as she's walking quickly down that street Ishibashi's face ends this movie and gives nothing. But it satiates. Her nothing is everything All four leads are wonderful. Makiko Watanabe needs only three minutes screen time to star in a film The sound design and soundtrack. This is an A+ A/V package I know I missed a big part, though. The English subtitles in no way convey the rhythm or wit of the dialog. They are at odds with its beat. I'll never give up hope for a re-watch with proper subs. They aren't machine translated bad, just ESL translated bad Summary: The protagonist is a boozing loser. He can set a fresh course and set things right, but chooses not to. He has a part-time job, but does not try or try hard enough. He is either absent or careless. Instead he lives with a room-mate who subsists on government assistance and goes drinking with him when he can be on time, keep his promise and go on a date with his colleague who for some reason fancies him. It is a matter of his future. |