Mt. Head

This absurd story of the Heisei era takes place in a small theater under the blowing cherry blossoms like a play. The man’s shifting eyes look squarely at the audience and the close-up of the man’s eyes stare fixedly at the audience from the other side of the screen like a “Tatsyma Taishi” depicted in a Buddhist drawing. The audience is overwhelmed by the build up of the vast amount of information contained in each scene as the story progresses towards the last scene. I started to feel that it was a completely different mountain village work from the classic comic monologue of “Atama Yama”. I would like to see this without any narrations but perhaps with classical music, or some other genre of music.