Episodic, unhurried, almost ambient. Nature is not good or evil here, just older than us.
Routine as a form of attention. Hirayama's mornings made me want to look up at trees more often.
A first-contact film that is really about language and choosing a life you already know the shape of. The structure is the message.
A fantasy story told from the epilogue. Grief here is slow and gentle, measured in decades instead of battles. The quietest episodes are the best ones.
