If you loved Muybridge's Strings, try Jigoku

What Jigoku is

Towering clouds of sulphur overwhelm a flaming gate. Ghosts in bloodied kimono shuffle past a gong that never stops tolling. Seven living souls arrive too late, each bearing a corpse’s weight of guilt. One by one their sins unspool—murderers, cuckolds, betrayed lovers—all led by the tolling gong toward a lake of boiling heads. Nakagawa’s spectral parade leaves the land of the quick looking like a gentle dream.