Not a bad job, considering the depth of the original Murakami novel; the director handles the more tender moments that occur within this story very skilfullly indeed. But because of its constant state of melancholy and introspection it suffers from inertia – I watched it three or four years ago and couldn’t remember much about the film at all, aside from its stillness, and that’s despite being familiar with the original work beforehand. I fear this second viewing will fade from my memory fairly quickly, too. I don’t know… that seems like a shame, as Norwegian Wood is occasionally pretty and delicate and it features Rink Kikuchi and a soundtrack by Jonny Greenwood. I think I’ll watch this every five years until it sticks. (***)