March Lion (March Comes as a Lion) / Sangatsu no & nbsp;raion (1991, Hitoshi Yazaki) “Once upon a time there was a boy and his sister. The girl . . . so adored her brother that she hoped . . . to be his lover someday. One day the boy lost his memory. This is the plot of the film, listed in the opening credits. Of course, it is not worth waiting for complex developments and unexpected turns. The movie is not about that.
I admire what the director did in this film. He does not press on the viewer, does not strangle, but gently and surprisingly unobtrusively, without a gram of unnecessary and false sentimentality plunges into his strange, but not terrible, so unusual, but so ordinary for the characters world. A beautiful and peaceful soundtrack and a very sincere game of the main character only help him in this.
By analyzing the metaphors of the film, you can write a scientific work, but even without reading any of them, you can get no less pleasure, inexplicable and irrational. Besides, it seemed interesting to me personally that of all the arts that make up this synthesis - the cinema - this film is closest not to music, as I used to think, but to photography, which not only has a significant place in it, but affects the amazing work of the operator. The staticity of the camera and the duration of many takes, the everydayness of the angles and the soft-sand color palette create a feeling of revived photos.
It’s not a brilliant movie, it’s not brilliant, but it’s a movie that touched me to the core and it’s definitely one of the sweetest, saddest and sexiest movies I’ve ever seen.
9 out of 10