In sickness and in the other Kurosawa's Cure

A case needs to be made in favour of Cure to be deemed the best film ever. 

I love ambition as much as I love hopelessness. A cosy and lush doom lurks around the corner ever so harmlessly in the other Kurosawa's universe. You pursue it in vain and you go home and take a nap and when you wake up, it is squatting on your chest and cripples your languid lungs. Crushed into an instant meal of blood, bones and discarded cigarette buds. 

I have changed my favourite film so often, but I have many other serious flaws. This film just slips through my subconscious like a bird electrocuted on a live wire. Urgently, without ceremony, starkly.  Please watch cure, is all I am saying. Email me at astharawat@gmail.com for a 4K print, post-film discussion and a pithy obituary written by me - all included in the package for free. For you shall not survive, I promise. You have died many times before you say. Indeed. But try Cure, for a case needs to be made in favour of it to be deemed the best film ever made.