A young girl carries a large egg through the ruins of a city under a frozen grey sky, sheltering it, sleeping curled around it. A man arrives with a cross-shaped weapon on his back. There is almost no dialogue and barely a plot. Oshii, working with the painter Yoshitaka Amano, built a film out of mood and Christian symbol, fish-shadows that swim across walls, a flood with no ark, faith that turns out to be a trap. It is closer to a moving painting than a story, made up of only about four hundred shots when most films use three times that. You either fall into it or you bounce off, and the film does not care which.
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