This reminded me of Gina Rowlands in A Woman Under the Influence after she had her script for antidepressants filled.

The freedom of childhood innocence with the melancholic piano was such a beautiful feeling. I felt so bad for all of the characters involved because they all had the best of intentions with the worst consequences of misunderstanding. As usual, Kore-eda does this phenomenal job at showing multiple perspectives within a film that gives a full picture of the narrative while still keeping it consistently interesting, reminiscent of Mishima in that way. But instead of the focal point being on…