Almost as if each frame was meticulously thought of, with each image a fascinating and immersive focal point and its storytelling delivered a strong sense of pacing and rhythm, Shūzō Oshimi hooked me in. Moving through slowly, perhaps even meditatively, Blood on the Tracks did not cheaply sell its drama, thrills, tensions, and quiet horror. It struck a beautiful balance of intriguing me and inducing questions that my mind was always engaged, even despite its relaxed momentum. This is as strong as an opener as any could get, and I am eager to see what Oshimi plans for me next.