Kore-edas coldest. I struggle to feel anything while watching, barring maybe a resilience not to fall asleep. Usually it’s the cold that keeps me up, just not when it gets this glacial.
Impersonates the Nordic thriller climate to a chilly tee. Still, it’s all but impossible to imagine this coming from the brainchild who brought us Still Walking, Our Little Sister and from everything I’ve heard, Shoplifters.
Alfredson's The Snowman but with the script still fully intact, a frigid slog masquerading as a cool, nippy thriller. Koreeda on autopilot still looks and sounds immaculate, and Masaharu Fukuyama plays an a-hole with real aplomb.
Admittedly, there’s some tasty little morsels to chew on about ‘finding the truth’ amidst the crap-shoot of luck…