The ’80s was when the convergance of MV and film reached some of its heighest highs, you had miklós jancsó, after decades spent building up on an unique ever-revolving aesthetic around some of the bleakest films of its era put out career best work in a rock concert opera (Omega, Omega, Omega), gakuryū ishii practically birthing industrial cyberpunk in a concert documentary (1/2 Mensch), and then this one here putting it's own spin on the age old 'city as a…
welled up a bit by the end, don't want masao adachi to ever die
"I learned through those experiences about all the suffering of the people in this world. There is not one form of suffering that I do not understand."
"How is it that one overcomes such suffering?"
"Pray. I too have feelings I still cannot forget. And so I simply, I simply press my hands together and pray. I think of the ones I love and I pray for their happiness in the next world. That small act is what I can…
Felt like I was staring at a windows screensaver for the most part of it.
