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It is a passage as modern, as contrapuntally abstract, as Resnais's Muriel, or the finale of Antonioni's The Passenger.

Mizoguchi is apt to seem the more borderline bathetictoday, Naruse the more realistic

the object of these encomia

suggesting an interesting, fecund world awaiting us just beyond the screen, coterminous with the action, if momentarily off-camera

I was fascinated with the still, hushed, lugubrious, unadrenalated world of Diary