Arthur Brennan treks into Aokigahara, known as The Sea of Trees, a mysterious dense forest at the base of Japan's Mount Fuji where people go to commit suicide. On his journey to the suicide forest, he encounters Takumi Nakamura, a Japanese man who has lost his way after attempting suicide. The two men begin a journey of reflection and survival, which affirms Arthur's will to live and reconnects him to his love for his wife.Written by
When Arthur is shown on the airplane, he has the orchid with him and then again when he arrives home (he is shown setting the potted flower down). An agricultural item such as this would have to go through quarantine and he would never just take it home. See more »
[Upon discovering a flower as they try to find their way out of the forest at night]
It is said a flower grows when a soul has crossed over from this place.
There's hardly any soil.
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So much beauty seamlessly inside the inferno. As a film experiment it brings textures of decay against fragments of the past to various resulting effect. Constantly it searches for the next image, the next revelation. Its tediousness is misunderstood. Its endless running time goes with the purposes of engulfing you. Ken Watanabe's landscape of a face in turmoil foils MM who is intimately de-contextualized, stripped of his stardom, creating a bizarre video fragment experiment. The movie the audience wanted is clipped inside like a nightmare Christmas Carol; it inverts, prods and guts the oscar bait in real time. The inferno of the purgatory is more like a trash compactor. The experience ought to be uncomfortable and painful as possible. "I like what I do"--as in the mainstream fare completing his career trajectory from romantic comedies to oscar winning leading man to meta-reflexive mindwarps (romanticism->modernism->postmodernism). While Japan is so accommodating of this westerner not casting him out as exploiting or fetishizing their culture. "We play baseball too." The thousandth 'artless finding art after trauma' movie--although I always put it art is not a reaction but the ritual, but that art is trauma itself. Remember when he made Native American sounds over fire? It is all this post-political correctness, post-globalism, post-horror, everyone is everyone, everything is connected, every culture is just the next iteration being renewed. We avoid pain while it is a violently necessary process.
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