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One of Anoice projects.

The dark fantasy music unit, which is center… Read Full Bio ↴One of Anoice projects.

The dark fantasy music unit, which is centered upon two female vocalists who sing in their own originally created languages. They are making creative and beautiful music by mixing the classical sounds of piano and stringed instruments, and electric destructive rhythms.

They have released the first album "Messenger" on Noble Label in 2010, and the second album "a forbidden garden" on Ricco Label, the Tokyo-based neo-classical/post-rock music label established by Anoice, in 2013.

Yuki Murata who is the member of Anoice takes charge of composing for all the tracks, and Takahiro Kido of Anoice arranges and mixes them, and KASHIWA Daisuke masters them. And RAKU-GAKI, famous for art director of website design and product design, also participates in Films' works.

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

Nick Campbell

There are many forms of abusive. Sometimes it's one parent never asking about a child's day or looks that hurt, just that. I hated it when my father took me along hunting. Wet marsh grass, two of his brothers talking about things that made me cringe, then there was the bloody news of the day spread out on the utility room floor. I so disliked helping my father skin a rabbit. I finally said something to my mother. She must have mentioned it to my father; he never asked me along again and that was fine with me.

My father had this booming voice. He seldom said anything at supper and when he did it was as if he were yelling across a river. My younger brother would concur. Once when I closed the door of the bedroom that I shared with my brother so I could listen to a record, my father shouted, "Leave the door open!" I said, "You have the television turned up so loud I can't hear what I'm listening to," and closed the door. My father stomped across the living room and pushed the door of our bedroom open. "I said leave it be!" "Why?" I said and he pushed me into a corner and raised one of his big fists as if he were going to hit me. I said, defiantly, "Go ahead, hit me." I was eleven years old.

Our father moved us from one town to another. We attended a number of schools. I went to three high schools and four elementary schools. It was like that for my younger brother too.
My father's idea of teaching me to swim was to throw me into a lake. The swim or sink method. I almost drowned. My mother said at the time, "What were you thinking!" Just before we moved from southern Indiana to Sunland, California in 1961, I asked my mother if we were really going to move to California. She said, "I think so, but your father has to think it's his idea." Then she added, "You don't have to share that with anybody but your brother." Our younger sister would have said something to daddy.

Our father never asked us to go to work with him, always on Saturday. He just said, "Get up. You're going to work today." I put up with it until I was eighteen. One morning I failed to rise and he poured a glass of cold water on my face to wake me." Such experiences was one of the reasons I joined the service, that and I knew I would be drafted right out of high school. Sadly, my younger brother had to deal with him while I was away, but I heard all about it when I was home on leave. It is no surprise that neither of us boys married.

Three weeks before our father died, he asked me to make him a BLT. I was so unkind to him and said, "I have somewhere to go this morning" and left. My father was very ill at the time. I think about that sandwich after all of these years. We don't get do-overs.

My father was only 62 when he passed away. Thought of his death hardly impacted me or my brother. Our mother lived to be 95. She made up for our father's aloofness. She made day an adventure. It's been nearly fourteen years since she died and still we replace the flowers on her grave every week. She is buried in the Catholic cemetery in San Luis Obispo, California. Our father is buried near the small rural village where he grew up. He would often leave and then come back. He was a rambling guy, our old man. We have visited his grave once since 1972.



All comments from YouTube:

Erika Hart

Wow, this movie is so good. And it's so eerily similar to events in my life. I don't think I've ever seen a movie that made me feel such intense emotion and I'm only 30 minutes in. Seeing the mother cry in bed made me start balling. I even got a little choked up when the dad was yelling about his peace and quiet.

Edit/added:
I looked up the reviews on this movie and the ratings are horrible. It has 1.5-3 stars everywhere. Looking at comments and my own opinion those rating do not reflect what people really think about this movie.

Tim Gega

I agree with you. I have 42 years in the Mental Health Field and this movie was very powerful and very moving. And I was never abused, but I've counseled many abused adults.

MizzAugust

I feel sorry for anyone who can relate to that movie.

Gisela Howard

@MizzAugust 14:57

Elaine Pavek

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger. I always thought my father was a hateful old man but learned the reason he despised us girls (six of us) is because he was the oldest of five sisters and my grandfather, a VERY mean drunk who died of liver cirrhosis before I was born, doted on them and brutally beat my dad daily for who knows why. I always thought he hated us but he always provided for the family, two boys and us six girls, THAT was the only way he knew how to love us. I love you dad, thanks for doing your best❤

Omar Adéru

There are lots of families around the world whose lives are portrayed in this movie. Perhaps it's a good idea to let all ES and HS pupils see it so that they can be able to recognize and understand the nature of ABUSE, and abusive relationships. It may allow authorities to rectify it before it becomes caustic to the point of destroying lives forever.

Sunny

I absolutely agree with you!

Nick Campbell

There are many forms of abusive. Sometimes it's one parent never asking about a child's day or looks that hurt, just that. I hated it when my father took me along hunting. Wet marsh grass, two of his brothers talking about things that made me cringe, then there was the bloody news of the day spread out on the utility room floor. I so disliked helping my father skin a rabbit. I finally said something to my mother. She must have mentioned it to my father; he never asked me along again and that was fine with me.

My father had this booming voice. He seldom said anything at supper and when he did it was as if he were yelling across a river. My younger brother would concur. Once when I closed the door of the bedroom that I shared with my brother so I could listen to a record, my father shouted, "Leave the door open!" I said, "You have the television turned up so loud I can't hear what I'm listening to," and closed the door. My father stomped across the living room and pushed the door of our bedroom open. "I said leave it be!" "Why?" I said and he pushed me into a corner and raised one of his big fists as if he were going to hit me. I said, defiantly, "Go ahead, hit me." I was eleven years old.

Our father moved us from one town to another. We attended a number of schools. I went to three high schools and four elementary schools. It was like that for my younger brother too.
My father's idea of teaching me to swim was to throw me into a lake. The swim or sink method. I almost drowned. My mother said at the time, "What were you thinking!" Just before we moved from southern Indiana to Sunland, California in 1961, I asked my mother if we were really going to move to California. She said, "I think so, but your father has to think it's his idea." Then she added, "You don't have to share that with anybody but your brother." Our younger sister would have said something to daddy.

Our father never asked us to go to work with him, always on Saturday. He just said, "Get up. You're going to work today." I put up with it until I was eighteen. One morning I failed to rise and he poured a glass of cold water on my face to wake me." Such experiences was one of the reasons I joined the service, that and I knew I would be drafted right out of high school. Sadly, my younger brother had to deal with him while I was away, but I heard all about it when I was home on leave. It is no surprise that neither of us boys married.

Three weeks before our father died, he asked me to make him a BLT. I was so unkind to him and said, "I have somewhere to go this morning" and left. My father was very ill at the time. I think about that sandwich after all of these years. We don't get do-overs.

My father was only 62 when he passed away. Thought of his death hardly impacted me or my brother. Our mother lived to be 95. She made up for our father's aloofness. She made day an adventure. It's been nearly fourteen years since she died and still we replace the flowers on her grave every week. She is buried in the Catholic cemetery in San Luis Obispo, California. Our father is buried near the small rural village where he grew up. He would often leave and then come back. He was a rambling guy, our old man. We have visited his grave once since 1972.

Amanda Owens

No one really knows what goes on behind closed doors and a lot of family secrets are taken to the grave 😢

Billy the kid

Here, Here

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