Sakura na hito tachi

I don't know what Jo Odagiri was thinking when he...er...created this steaming pile of celluloid crap. Did he earn too much money from his acting jobs and need to take a loss for tax purposes? Is he mixing his drugs wrong? Did he lose a bet? Whatever the cause, the result is that we are given a film that feels like it was "written" under the influence of psylocybin mushrooms, a large bowl of baked beans, and an ipecac. And as far as his "directorial style" goes: please refer to the preceding sentence.

I do have to thank OdaJo for prompting me to write the shortest movie review I have ever written: "Stink, stank, stunk".