It's a mind-bender from its opening images, which take an odd but mostly pedestrian meeting between a man and a woman and upends it with shots that reposition the static characters on the fly, or leave them in the same position but in new settings as if they were standing in front of a painted background on a roller.
As a Suzuki fanatic, i’m really embarrassed I missed this at the FSLC retro. It’s probably his masterpiece. An oneiric and estrus ghost story doused in inky, ebony blacks and menstrual reds. The percussive score recalls that of the eerie omnibus Kwaiden (one of my favorite movies). The eroticism is too stylized to really be arousing, and I think that’s to the film’s great benefit.