Marker's meditation on the Internet and the WW2 battle of Okinawa - in
which one third of the population committed suicide rather than be
captured by Americans - is a mixed bag. The material's fascinating,
especially an interview with a man who killed his mother and makes us
understand why; and there are some typically trance-inducing visual
riffs. So it's a shame the film is padded out with lengthy, static,
increasingly irritating to-camera addresses from Belkhodja,
lacking the multi-dimensionality that makes Marker films special.
When she starts screeching "Coco loco!" at a toy parrot, you
begin to wish she'd do the honourable thing herself.
