A Stickiness, That cannot be washed.

Rating: 1/10 (31 December 2014)

You take something unfamiliar like the fear of the unknown, tailor it to the common assumption of the audience so that you don't force them to think too hard and you'll get an uninspired film tours the world – withal animate acclamation and trophies and prizes by the apparatus of the official state culture. In this ruinous process, and with the complicity of obtuse moviegoers who desire precisely not to see the unfamiliar, cinema can no longer exist in the way it has always reinvent itself – film after film. Cinematography was the sincere desire of reproducing the movement of the world, of men and women's language, of life. There was no cinema without love and it never had the power of parading soldiers or academic scientists or television people of today; Yôjirô Takita's "Departures" lacks any vital issues that could damage revenues and harm the film's commercial prospects, no payoff for you, you are bought – if of any interest "Okuribito" is an apt metaphor for human-to-citizen-to-consumer-to-consumed.