If I ever had the opportunity to meet Kiyoshi Kurosawa, I’d try not to blow smoke up his arse too much, so I’d be sure to ask him what he was thinking when he made Loft.
“Kurosawa-san, is it a mummy movie, a murder mystery, a romance or… were you just having a laugh?”
Really, the thing seems too superficial for a director like KK. I know he has a sense of humour – he plays himself in one of Kôji Shiraishi’s films, after all – but Loft is too silly to be taken seriously and too serious to be enjoyed as simple spooky entertainment.
Regardless, the film is well made, as you’d expect from the director at this point in his career. I mean, it’s nicely photographed and deliberately paced, all that good Kurosawa stuff, and replete with the kind of disquieting ambience that is present in the best of his work.