Yasujiro proves himself in Floating Weeds as a master at recording the passage of time, as well as the tension between the quiet endlessness of everyday existence and its inevitable, irreversible flux. What I love most about this film is that in it, the uneventful resonates.
As a companion piece to "A Story of Floating Weeds", Floating Weeds is absolutely stunning. I'm not going to lie. This might be one of the few examples of where I like the silent version better. I do love this movie though.