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There's not a lugubrious moment is this film. It's less about what happened to her in the hotel than it is about the Japanese legal system and culture. Japanese legal is always a horror. And what can you say about a culture that requires its people to use clear garbage bags so that neighbors can snoop to see who's trying to sneak some recyclable in there The choices. A blurry streetlight in the rain seen through a car window. The music that goes with it. How long does it stay on screen? A shot of her face taken from an iPhone lying randomly (or was it?) on the seat next to her. Ditto, ditto I am in awe of the way this film is put together. The choices made. Sure, it's a major gut punch, from beginning to end --OMFG that scene when she's talking to the Hotel clerk-- but the mastery of storytelling and the bare bones beauty of the images trump it Summary: Journalist Shiori Ito investigates her own sexual assault, seeking to prosecute the high-profile offender. Her quest becomes a landmark case, exposing Japan's outdated judicial and societal systems. |