To Puke or Not to Puke, that Is Not an Option
The 'scenery' reflects the emptiness of the Japanese dream, as does her contempt for the absurd commodification of life: "White Day," when the guy is supposed to support the junk food industry by expressing love or affection via white chocolate: quid pro quo for the chocs received on Valentine's Day, and so on. But there's nothing to put inside oneself as an alternative to materialistic insanity, except maybe a brief touch: 2 days, max, in her case.
She manipulates the guy in the truck, actually. He has to endure her puking and insanity, her mood shifts, all for a little bit of companionship: the sex is almost secondary and is initiated by her. Then, at the end, she says that *he's* consumed *her*. That seems to me the false note in this movie. There is madness, disease, but this doesn't fit, somehow. It feels like over-correction for the need to portray a woman who comes out on top, as the dictator of the narrative. The guy isn't consulted. That's a bit cruel, considering all the crap he's had to put up with. Not too many guys want a nutcase on their hands and this guy comes across as being mentally stable. When she had the breakdown at the truck-stop, his attitude was above and beyond the call of duty for a truck-driver.
She needs to get her hands on some proper medication and stay off the booze. But she won't. All quite real. Which is what makes this movie tolerable, for all its faults. There is so much crap out there that even something like this seems pretty good. At least it's honest in its mistakes.
So, she's not changed at the end. There's no transformation at all. But that's the way life is, most of the time, for most people. Movie theory demands a change in the character. This doesn't give one. She's back at the same place, buying the same booze, she knows the voices will be back; she's just had a momentary respite. Maybe that's a smile on her face, that's about it.
Maybe that's why a lot of people don't like it much. She pukes up the emptiness of the dream until there's nothing there. That's one thing that punters don't want to see. They should have gotten married, raised a family, started a whole new cycle of disease. Let's be grateful they stopped it while they still could. Decent enough movie, but I'm grateful too for the fast-forward button on my viewer.