Dreary, unfocused, and unreasonably slow-paced; involves characters so dour and unlikeable that investing in them takes nothing less than sheer will power.
Full review by Chris Pandolfi.
Primate Perspective writes:
Haruki Murakami’s novel begins in Proustian style with a forty year old man on a 747 who, on hearing the Beatles song of the title, is transported in memory back to his troubled youth of 1967. Less interestingly, the film starts straight into his youth with a voice-over narration, and so the person beside me in the cinema never realised the story was about youth filtered through the lens of experience. In the film the melancholic backward gaze at an unalterable past was confusable for a present narrative, so the passivity of the central character took on a duller meaning.
I've not heard of this and don't think I'll see this one.