Andy stopped by to watch the film.
For a moment, he was interested.
“What? What? What?”
This one is just too Japanese for my kitty boy.
But not Doug. The spare koto solo, the Kabuki-influenced presentation, the beautiful cinematography (a very Japanese aesthetic…), the compelling despair of the story – Andy’s missing a chance to see a classic Japanese film of some import.
They all can’t be about Godzilla, buster!
It was frightening enough to learn a new Japanese term: obasute. Maybe it’s just because I’m older than 70!