I like Black Panther, but I didn't like this movie.

This is one of the few movies I've ever seen where the whole audience broke into spontaneous, loud applause a third of the way in.

A terrific literary drama and character piece that shows how the process of creating art can be seen differently by those doing it and those looking at it from the outside.

.Like the great film, it's made with a great deal of visible affection both in front of and behind the camera.

This disturbing autobiographical documentary (running time is less than 50 minutes) starts as director Kawase (who is in her 30s) berates her 90 year old grandmother (who apparently raised her alone) for...well, it's not clear what is she reproaching her for, apparently for once telling her that if she didn't want to live with her, she could go somewhere else. It's an ugly scene, and after that we saw another disturbing scene of the old grandmother bathing in close up. Later scenes show Kawase and her grandmother on better terms as they reflect on old age, life, happiness, etc. The movie later shows the grandmother being brought to a hospital on an ambulance and we are later informed that she died (we are thankfully spared of seeing her on her deathbed). The final scene of the movie shows Kawase giving birth to her son. The movie is interesting, but it's also disturbing for its exhibitionism, and for the seeming sadism in which director Kawase treats her grandmother.