Startlingly restless and immaculately compact, Manazuru paints the portrait of a woman on the brink of her own memories and future.
Twelve years have passed since Keiâs husband, Rei, disappeared and she was left alone with her threeâyearâold daughter. Her new relationship with a married manâthe antithesis of Reiâhas brought her life to a numbing stasis, and her relationships with her mother and daughter have spilled into routine, day after day. Kei begins making repeated trips to the seaside town of Manazuru, a place that jogs her memory to a moment in time she can never quite locate. Her time there by the water encompasses years of unsteady footing and a developing urgency to find something.
Through a poetic style embracing the surreal and grotesque, a quiet tenderness emerges from these dark moments. Manazuru is a meditation on memoryâa profound, precisely delineated exploration of the relationships between lovers and family members.
Startlingly restless and immaculately compact, Manazuru paints the portrait of a woman on the brink of her own memories and future.
Twelve years have passed since Keiâs husband, Rei, disappeared and she was left alone with her threeâyearâold daughter. Her new relationship with a married manâthe antithesis of Reiâhas brought her life to a numbing stasis, and her relationships with her mother and daughter have spilled into routine, day after day. Kei begins making repeated trips to the seaside town of Manazuru, a place that jogs her memory to a moment in time she can never quite locate. Her time there by the water encompasses years of unsteady footing and a developing urgency to find something.
Through a poetic style embracing the surreal and grotesque, a quiet tenderness emerges from these dark moments. Manazuru is a meditation on memoryâa profound, precisely delineated exploration of the relationships between lovers and family members.