Film

Woman in the Dunes

Name: Woman in the Dunes
Genre: Drama, Thriller
Released: 1964
Cast: Eiji Okada, Kyôko Kishida, Kōji Mitsui, Hiroko Itō, Sen Yano

A monochrome nightmare of sand and skin, Teshigahara's 1964 film traps an amateur entomologist in a sandpit village with a widow whose only labor is shoveling sand back from the dunes. Equal parts erotic fable, survival thriller and existential parable, it moves at a crawl but never lets go — hypnotic, suffocating, and strangely tender by the end.

TMDb rating

8.2

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