Eduardo Valente’s review published on Letterboxd:
Such freedom and "don't-give-a-fuckness", as usual with Kyioshi. Always keeps you guessing about where it's going, without ever making an effort. It's just how he flows, I guess.
In a way, it's as if "Lost in Translation" had its "Letters from Iwo Jima" version - except that by a Japanese filmmaker of course, which makes all the difference.
The fantastic in Kyioshi always comes from within, and his non-genre works make it as clear as possible. The depths of the human soul, the difficulties in sharing a world with others while each one inhabit their own personal universe. And have I mentioned the freedom?