White trash. Fuck you, Jodie Mack.
“I only have mother’s foul blood in my veins.”
Ozu misses the tender heartstrings and mercilessly goes straight for the jugular. A film about life’s cruelties and the webs we weave in desperation. Sometimes it feels like a vehicle for Ineko Arima’s stunning, transformative performance. Very special mention to Ozu’s longtime cinematograher Yûharu Atsuta. While it’s really no surprise he’d turn in groundbreaking, innovative work, his faded gray color palette envelopes the alleys, side-streets, signage and industrial growth of the…