(Jigoku no Banken: Akai Megane, 1987)
Red Spectacle's cryptic ending often sends chills up on my spine, not because it is hard to put into words, but the main reason is that it contains some sort of mystic quality. Dream is black and white and the real world is colourful. However, only during the last minutes the real world does emerge, proving that the real world has the duration of a epiphany. We are such stuff as dreams are made of, and little by little, we simultaneously dream the real world and live our imagination. After all, we have cinema's truth.