"Norwegian Wood" is a tale of amour fou or whatever the Japanese equivalent is. It's very well acted by its young cast, directed with a great deal of fidelity and imagination by Tran Anh Hung and beautifully photographed by Mark Lee Ping Bin but it also moves at a snail's pace and it seems to last forever (well, 130 or so very long minutes). It's taken from a highly acclaimed novel by Haruki Murakami and I'm sure it's the kind of film that will appeal to young intellectuals who
think that talking about sex a lot is 'cool', but then it's also set in
1968, a time when 'the sexual revolution' was at its height which might
explain the relative sexual honesty but hardly excuses the film's
slowness. Indeed, it's the kind of art-house movie Woody Allen might
have taken the piss out of it once upon a time and as it wound down to
its grim conclusion I kept thinking what the Monty Python team might
have done with this material.
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