Second time on this merry-go-round from hell. 

It’s still easily able to spin me into a fugue state just seconds in; leaving me wondering how I even got here in the first place. I recall an enthusiastic man, a bald man, and the curling of his quivering lips. His mustache contorting around the formation of his suggestion, “Dude, you should do Toshio Matsumoto’s Atman as like a visual mouthwash to help you keep going haha” and then, a deluge of…

Blue Spring is devastating. Amplifying the angst-filled emotion which propels much of the high school drama contained within, the film whiplashes the viewer from contention to contention, promising a dizzying and highly turbulent cinematic experience.

"People who know what they want... they scare me."

I'll be honest, I struggle to put into words the affecting nature of this film. There's this overbearing sense of desperation, misguided anger, and muted cry for help that add up to create an incredibly bleak…