Perfectly captures the essence of Murakami. A dreamlike trance that makes you question what is real and what is paranoia. The droning of the sleepy jazz, and the muted vibrance of the dusk created and atmosphere that perfectly matched this story. The first half while somewhat visually similar to the rest of the movie perfectly flows from a light, yet well written drama, into  the hitchcockesque nightmare near the end. This film felt like a fever dream in the best way possible.

This is Hollywood’s Yeezus

Midkey 17

A few months before watching this my friend spoiled it for me, he probably doesn’t  

He probably doesn’t think very much of it

One day he will disappear 

He will spend fifteen years locked in a hotel room eating fried dumplings 

Then find himself drawn towards a certain woman at a sushi bar...

Keep your mouth shut

Quentin Tarantino plays a foot obsessed pervert in this movie. Life often imitates art. Art often imitated life.