In the sublime film The Taste of Tea (茶の味, 2004), each family member depicts a distinctive way to go from A to B.  (This binary perspective is of course reinforced through the many games of Go throughout the film.)

 

We see the son running after a bus, biking with all his might, and riding a train between home and school, always seeking to bridge the gap between the A of himself and an external goal on the horizon, B.  Whether it's his education, the gaming club after school, or pursuit of a love interest, he's trying to get somewhere.

 

 

The daughter's quest for B is quite the opposite of her brother's.  Her B is within herself, symbolized by her persistence in teaching herself to perform her first flip.  Instead of an arrow between her A and an external B, the daughter follows an inward spiral.  Indeed, she has such a horror of externalized consciousness that her own personal demon is an enormous version of herself that she disconcertingly sees through the corner of her eye.

 

 

The uncle is visiting on a break from work and seeks no B whatsoever.  Yet as he strolls and minds his own business, fascinating B's pop up unexpectedly all around him, in the form of a lost love, a yakuza playing baseball with river rocks, and a camping interpretive dancer.  So instead of seeking a B within himself or in the external world, he passively becomes a magnet that attracts the B's toward him.

 

 

The mother is trying to find a way to preserve her career in anime even as she raises her children.  She works from home and seeks to be at the center of an encircling world of B's.  This image is reinforced in a vision she has during a hypnotic trance, in which colored streams of light burst outward from her head.

 

 

The grandfather overlaps his A with whatever B he encounters.  As his daughter-in-law draws in the kitchen, he strikes fighting poses as her model.  He records an album with one of his sons.  He plays ninja with his grandson.  He improvises a song about his granddaughter when she forms herself into a pink triangle within her nightgown.  Like the tentacles of the squid he begs for at dinner, he reaches out to and connects with every B in his path.  Indeed, he makes no obvious distinction between himself and others.