Watching Satoshi Miki's Adrift in Tokyo, one gets the sense of witnessing a tiny part of a much larger world. The characters will often enter a scene only to become bit players in larger stories: an elderly restaurant owner fighting with her abusive, middle aged son; a Rei Ayanami cosplayer being stalked by a panty thief with possible superpowers; and so on. But there's also a general coziness to Adrift in Tokyo; a warm, all-encompassing feeling of comfort and warmth like a mug of hot chocolate on an autumn afternoon. It's pace is languid, its narrative reveals--such as the cause of the yakuza boss' wife's death--are treated stoically. Much like the seemingly endless walk undertaken by the protagonists, the film seems content to drift along at its own pace, uncovering bits and pieces of plot and character at it's own leisure. Superb.
8/10
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