There is a strange masochism in the making in those who, like me, not only appreciate these boundless -and ironically ephemeral- and self-destructive love stories, but also enjoy them; perhaps because the pain of the plot is real.
Narrative of a bloodless and delicate rhythm of the heartbreak of Minako, the woman who was one of so many - of the unfaithful Toshio, of Sozo, Toshio's brother, of the 30-year-older Nishida, who did truly love her, and of no one. Minako discovers that she has been deceived and goes to make sure of Niigata, the same night that she begins to vent with the faint-hearted Sozo and as the years go by, she marries Nishida living in Shikoku. When she…