thought i was just having a weak day

Don't be fooled by the title of the film. It definitely has its arty moments, but it is no enigmatic dwelling on haiku images. This film touch so many emotional issues in my life, ones I did not know I was so vulnerable about, that I could not believe it. I thought I was just being kind of a creampuff, but then I read of others crying, too. I saw myself in many of the characters, even the unsympathetic ones, young and old. In some ways, it was like watching myself, distressingly, in the past, present, and the future. I'd forgotten how much middle class angst I went through! Yet, the movie was not only about individuals, but also about societies, and definitely indicted modern culture even in the midst of its technology and shiny splendor. Granted, that is not a new message. Some of it was uncomfortably painful, and other parts almost gloriously so. But I cried over and over, and am getting a little teary now. The cherry blossoms could have been a hackneyed image, but were used judiciously, and I think effectively, as was Mt. Fuji. And the butoh dancing was achingly beautiful to me, even after I've sworn that I will never again be taken in by what I consider to be modern dance's pretensions, IMHO. I don't buy many movies, but this one I will own.