Of those films whose titles have nothing to do with their content. Not a single second of this movie takes place in Norway, but if you google it turns out to be the title of a Beatles song. The song is about a failed lover burning down a woman’s house, and it has nothing to do with the movie. If you dig further, it's a Lennon song
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Of those films whose titles have nothing to do with their content. Not a single second of this movie takes place in Norway, but if you google it turns out to be the title of a Beatles song. The song is about a failed lover burning down a woman’s house, and it has nothing to do with the movie. If you dig further, it's a Lennon song about walking away from his wife, but the lyrics are encrypted so that he alone understood him. But this semantic layer I consider very far from the essence of the film. The content is very little. The Japanese for some reason brightly and sincerely express their emotions in anime, but in films they have stone faces, clumsy dialogues, instead of showing feelings, a continuous game of peepers. They are very bad actors and it comes straight from the national spirit. Watching their dramas is torture, because drama and the Japanese have opposite properties. Most of the film's scenes are ultra-short, there are no transitions between them, the film looks like a finely tinted salad. The actions of the characters and the entire exposition leave a complete bewilderment. The guy killed himself. Why, why? What made him do that? Not a word at all. All three women offer themselves to the hero in an even place, he did not lift a finger for this: one climbed up to him at a birthday party, the other curled up in a cafe, the third in general in a business way. Have the authors ever been in a relationship? They are talking nonsense about the psychology of relationships in general and women in particular. Naoko couldn’t have sex with the guy she loved so much, but she could have sex with his friend... but somehow only once, and then she couldn’t. How does it work? A woman is either frigid or not. And finally, the craziest thing about the movie is where does Naoko even live? Is this some kind of mental health resort? Let’s say that in Japan they do this instead of mental hospitals. Where's the staff? Why is it that the only person who cares about Naoko is another patient? It’s just some kind of absurdity, which is embarrassing even to retell, because it just doesn’t fit in your head, it’s so crazy. And even if you accept all of this – that in Japan, psychos are kept in the gardens by two, that women themselves throw themselves at men, but can not make love more than once, that incoherent microscenes with zero acting are normal for a film – even though the film was painfully boring for me.
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