resisting the temptations of denial: a struggle for you, your loved ones and everyone who's ever been in your peripheral vision; so it’s probably not worth doing anyway. remains intriguing while moving at the slow pace of a party comprised of old friends who pretend to understand your very specific pain and trauma; and has the same formal elegance as well, although Kusama’s achievement here is evidently less phony. its final frame is a devastating explosion of the quiet, paranoid dread built throughout the rest of the film; it works on a genre level and further eats away at your psyche, reminding you that your grief is viewed by the public as easily fixable via unnatural, regressive maneuvers and ultimately, unimportant.