This one makes you aware of how fast you normally look away from an old person's face. The setup is almost unbearably plain: a nursing home, residents with their heads shaved, and a young worker who moves through his shift unable to read a single expression in front of him. Then something small cracks that open, and the film's whole method becomes watching, holding on faces long past the point where a normal movie would cut. There's no swelling score to tell you when to feel something, no crisis, no arc in the usual sense. It's a Geidai student short doing what most feature-length dramas can't, which is why the people who find it never shut up about it. Twenty-odd minutes later you're thinking about someone you stopped visiting.

A man works at a nursing home where the elderly residents all have their heads shaved. He sees them in the course of his job, yet he cannot read the expressions on their faces. Then one particular occasion changes that, and he finds himself studying their faces closely. The film is a psychological drama built around that shift in how he looks at the residents.