烟雨朦胧思君远，孤舟独行梦无边。茄子丝瓜草莓榴莲绿巨人ios

　　This wonderful visual poem unites many of Sokurov's best traits. Like most of his films, it is less about plot than the unfolding of a specific situation. Here, an observer who merely appears as a silhouette (though it seems to be Sokurov) travels to an old Japanese town on an island. It is an unearthly place, almost empty, old buildings, mist, probably the afterlife. The obser... (展开全部)