Here’s a film about a woman who collects severed heads, and somehow I still finished it wanting more decapitations.
Masahiro Shinoda’s 1975 dark fairy tale follows a mountain bandit who kidnaps a noblewoman from the capital. Within minutes, she has him murdering his other wives. Later, she takes him to Kyoto, where he brings her heads and she plays with them like dolls. As red flags go, this one’s waving from the rooftops.
Shima Iwashita is wonderfully chilly as the woman, all porcelain calm and bottomless appetite. The forest is gorgeous too, with petals drifting down like the world’s most passive-aggressive snow.
The trouble is, my attention kept wandering off into the trees, especially once the city stretch settled into a routine. I could admire the craft and that eerie ending, but the film never quite had me by the neck.