Dreams (1990) Considered purely in visual terms, Kurosawa's Dreams is an absolute five star masterpiece. The cliched phrase "visual feast" comes to mind. It is full of sumptuous imagery and gorgeous sets. Genuinely stunning. However, unfortunately the film itself doesn't even come close to matching this. There is no single plot, but rather a series of eight little vignettes. Inevitably with that approach you're usually gonna have something of a mixed bag. However, in this case I think the bad and boring outweighs the good. One or two tales are interesting, particularly the first couple. A lot of it is rooted in the nature of memory and in Japanese folklore. However, most of them simply involve a load of dull moralising. It's not that the ideas aren't important or interesting - environmentalism, nuclear disaster, the tragedy of war and so on - it's that it's all told in such a reductive, on the nose fashion that it carries practically zero emotional resonance. Just incredibly boring for the most part. Still, at least I got to see Martin Scorsese with a dyed ginger beard playing Vincent Van Gogh in one of Akira Kurosawa's dreams, and that's not something you can say everyday.