cloudy days。

I’ve always been wondering, what goes on in the mind of the directors of great films that haunts you. If they can cook up a perfect recipe that paints to such perfection, leaving the viewers psychologically haunted, they must be quite special. The same kinda mystic attraction with brilliant writers, brilliant artists, brilliant poets. Would love to meet one.

In my opinion, good movies leave psychological aftershocks when the credits start rolling. Memories of Matsuko is one such movie. The use of colours are perfect in my opinion. The story wasn’t mighty sophisticated but it was paced to such perfection. It also kept me thinking. How would it be if your entire life story gets unfold like Matsuko long after you’re gone?