Oh Hideaki Anno...I really should have predicted that your film Shiki-Jitsu would have ended with an extended therapy session where the lead characters scream at each other, working out their issues. If I can say one good thing about Shiki-Jitsu, it's that it's stylistically daring. Tentatively about the romance between an introverted animator and a Maniac Pixie Dream Girl, it seeks to depict their interior emotions via imagery. On the surface, this seems like a daring idea. But the film just wanders around without any direction or purpose. It deliberately repeats so many shots and sequences that sometimes it feels like it's lapping itself. The soundtrack is nothing to write home about; it's essentially just somebody noodling on a piano. When I first started watching Shiki-Jitsu, I was reminded of Shunji Iwai. But at their best, Iwai's films had momentum to carry them through their narrative looseness. This film doesn't have any. It staggers and collapses on the ground.
4/10
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