I mostly don't do my ratings, but I rarely abominate.
Life is brief.
I do remember one thing as the film ended with such delicate irony feelings, croissant. Watching Ikiru was like you making your own croissant and eat it while it was fresh baked.
As you were making croissants, the technique required marvelous detail for each layer to achieve a delicate croissant. Every butter must be cold, yet, the dough has to be chilled enough to melt as you put them into oven-bake to hug your tongue as you…