A family of tanuki screws up, gets cursed, turns into snow. That's the whole movie, and it never wastes a second explaining or apologizing for itself. Ikuo Oishi built this thing with the economy of a folktale, just animal shapes and consequence, no dialogue to soften the landing. The bamboo spirits don't monologue about why they're angry. The tanuki don't cry or beg. Something goes wrong, something happens, and the world moves on. Animation historians keep this one alive because it moves like nothing else from that era, but you don't need to care about history to feel how cold and clean it is.
A family of tanuki stumbles upon a fortune while foraging through winter snow: fresh bamboo shoots, their roots still firm and promising. They rush home excited, already imagining the meal ahead. But when they peel back the layers expecting tender centers, they find nothing but hollow emptiness inside. What they've actually done is disturb something they shouldn't have. The bamboo shoots weren't just plants, they were vessels, and now the spirits trapped within are furious at the violation. The tanuki family quickly discovers their mistake as a curse settles over them, transforming their warm bodies into snow, trapping them in the very winter landscape they'd been scavenging from moments before. What begins as a simple tale of hunger and survival becomes a darkly comedic lesson in respecting what nature provides, even when desperation clouds judgment. The film balances absurdist humor with a strange sense of poetic justice, finding comedy in the family's terrible luck and supernatural consequences.