Director
Pinku. Trailer here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jkR8isRodzw
Writer
A modern Japanese family loses their youngest son in a tragedy. The mother, Misako, plunges into depression and the oldest son Akira starts blaming himself for the death of his brother.
Director of Photography
When her older sister disappears, she meets the man she left behind every night. When her parents don't come home from work, they sit in the kitchen and have an idle conversation. The man asks her to eat a clam. A woman mumbles, "I have sand all over me", and scours the kitchen floor like a mollusk. The man wipes the woman's neck when she asks him to wipe off the sand. The camera lingers on the faces of the two men and the rummaging in the sink as they mutter idle conversations about sand. This is a dense cinematic space, where the hot, rough texture of the sand makes your whole body tingle. The coquettishness of the woman's hair, her neck, her lips, her tongue, her gestures and her voice, captured by the gazing camera, is an intense eroticism. This is a work of high perfection in which the artist's unique world of sensuality is penetrated.
Script
When her older sister disappears, she meets the man she left behind every night. When her parents don't come home from work, they sit in the kitchen and have an idle conversation. The man asks her to eat a clam. A woman mumbles, "I have sand all over me", and scours the kitchen floor like a mollusk. The man wipes the woman's neck when she asks him to wipe off the sand. The camera lingers on the faces of the two men and the rummaging in the sink as they mutter idle conversations about sand. This is a dense cinematic space, where the hot, rough texture of the sand makes your whole body tingle. The coquettishness of the woman's hair, her neck, her lips, her tongue, her gestures and her voice, captured by the gazing camera, is an intense eroticism. This is a work of high perfection in which the artist's unique world of sensuality is penetrated.
Producer
When her older sister disappears, she meets the man she left behind every night. When her parents don't come home from work, they sit in the kitchen and have an idle conversation. The man asks her to eat a clam. A woman mumbles, "I have sand all over me", and scours the kitchen floor like a mollusk. The man wipes the woman's neck when she asks him to wipe off the sand. The camera lingers on the faces of the two men and the rummaging in the sink as they mutter idle conversations about sand. This is a dense cinematic space, where the hot, rough texture of the sand makes your whole body tingle. The coquettishness of the woman's hair, her neck, her lips, her tongue, her gestures and her voice, captured by the gazing camera, is an intense eroticism. This is a work of high perfection in which the artist's unique world of sensuality is penetrated.
Director
When her older sister disappears, she meets the man she left behind every night. When her parents don't come home from work, they sit in the kitchen and have an idle conversation. The man asks her to eat a clam. A woman mumbles, "I have sand all over me", and scours the kitchen floor like a mollusk. The man wipes the woman's neck when she asks him to wipe off the sand. The camera lingers on the faces of the two men and the rummaging in the sink as they mutter idle conversations about sand. This is a dense cinematic space, where the hot, rough texture of the sand makes your whole body tingle. The coquettishness of the woman's hair, her neck, her lips, her tongue, her gestures and her voice, captured by the gazing camera, is an intense eroticism. This is a work of high perfection in which the artist's unique world of sensuality is penetrated.
