I feel like with extremely artistic films, like this one here, there's a fine line between an interesting, different perspective and a monotonous, pretentious bore. While I wouldn't say this Japanese art experiment is particularly pretentious I just didn't find it all that interesting and wasn't sucked into the narrative very much and, besides all the very inventive shots on display, found it overall pretty boring. It's basically a surreal tale of a young boy, who wears white-face for some reason, in a rural area of Japan who lives with his clinging mom in a house full of clocks that are constantly going off. His mom seems completely insane, then again everyone in the whole movie comes off as completely insane so there's that going on. There's also a midget with a mohawk who works for a circus full of weirdos and freaks. Then a bunch of stuff happens that I'm way too stupid to follow (but I'm sure it has some deeper meaning about repressed childhood memories and such) then there's a sex scene, the director explains to the audience how the film isn't done yet and finally somehow it all ends up in the city where we see the fake sets for what they were. All in all I would sum it up as a sort-of Asian Jodorowsky film but without the deeply thought out cosmic LSD-infused significance that he would have brought to this. Only worth watching if you're a hardcore artsy-fartsy type of individual.
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