Vital ★★★½

tsukamoto is as visually inventive as ever, alternating the cold light of the dissecting theatre withthe colourful dreamscape of memory, and using sound - the squelch of soft body tissue, the scrape of a sketching pencil - to unsettle and rack up the tension.

vital is not an acrudely necrographic movie; rather an absorbing meditation on life and death,on the way the exact science of anatomy describes the body while failing to account for slippery concepts like memory, soul, and conscience. what i like the most about the movie is that it has a thematic and visual resonance that brands an after-image on our minds well after the end credits have stopped rolling.