I mean, I'll just be blunt and say that Kiyoshi Kurosawa is one of the masters of contemporary cinema and I'm becoming increasingly convinced he still isn't appreciated as much as he should be. The formal style here is just so precise, economical, and efficient. The dread induction he invokes is never reliant on cheap theatrics related to quick cut-ending, jump scares, or visual subversion - it is all right there in plain sight and Kurosawa forces the viewer to simply wallow in. What I think this film captures so well is the degradation of social spaces, the milieu it presents is one of increasing desolation, and in a sense, it feels like a story that subtextually explores depression and the internal search for peace which requires external support mechanisms. The essence of living juxtaposed against the cold, artificial mechanisms of technology that distract from what really matters.
Love of all things cinema brought me here.