Still Walking

Still Walking is, like other Kore-eda works, pure poetry. Carefully crafted and meaningful, without missing anything or adding any unnecessary shots, it really makes us feel that there’s something wrong, or rather, someone missing. The empty spaces and long silences perfectly capture the loss of a loved one. I adored how the hypocrisy of this family was portrayed: speaking so highly of everyone in front of them (even with a hint of passive-aggressiveness), while completely trashing them behind their backs. It felt highly realistic and intimate somewhat. Also I’m always weak for movies that use butterflies as a metaphor of any kind 😭