This one feels almost like an invitation. One of those rare cases when you can participate, bring your experiences, draw your own conclusions. Quite possibly the greatest directorial debut ever conceived. There's a segment called "Canzana Ben" that's undeniably sublime. Picture a dark hole. Expanding. It creates movement. It's the beginning of everything known to us. Tarkovsky would've been proud. There's a new voice in town.
So this is like an unofficial sequel to Hitchcock's Psycho, right? In 1960, the master of suspense made history for America by showing for the first time on screen a toilet being flushed. One decade later, Matsumoto makes an experimental short revolving entirely around a toilet. Oh, the human evolution...
"Do I have to be the world's champion blind lady?"
Too ambitious a plan when they could've simply torture the lady instead to find the doll's whereabouts. Alan Arkin's character certainly showed the stomach for that kind of stuff. Those last scenes deliver an eerie conclusion masterfully played by Hepburn. Oh man, that shot when she finally reaches the door and the villain opens the fridge and illuminates the whole place. Minimal space put to good use.
What a polarizing piece of filmmaking, one that lives in the extremities of black and white. You either proclaim it as a masterpiece or diminish it as the worst film ever made? It is legal to just judge it in the grey area, a visually stunning film that tells a story we've seen a thousand times before. There's nothing wrong with that.