Fausty
Bluelighter
Umm. . . wow.
This is Miike at his most intense, most challenging, and most elliptically rewarding. Not for the impatient, or expectant of rigid narrative arc exposition style. Not as unconstrained as Visitor Q, but far from the self-contained, brutal storytelling of Audition or Imprint.
Unsettling, unplugged performances by Kazuki Tomokawa are mixed throughout and while such a technique absolutely shouldn't work - it should seem tendentious or even trite - they actually raised the hair in the back of my neck several times. More than once, the shadow of the cameraman can be seen during these emotionally raw expositions, which for me at least blurred my comfortable distance from "the action" too far for easy viewing - similar to some of the too-raw-to-be-healthy imagery of Visitor Q.
Basically, this is yet one more reason that I find Miike to be a director who does things with movies I've never seen others try - let alone succeed at. And I'm not even getting to Ichi the Killer yet - a movie so dense with interwoven strands of substance and referentiality that it makes Bach's Art of the Fugue seem almost "thin."
Reminds me a bit of Death Trance and Versus, the former directed by action coolster Tak Sakaguchi and the latter starring him. But layered with that extra level of challenge and sub-linguistic content that Miike seems to be able to summon at will, in any genre.
Tonight, mourning an unthinkable loss and listening to the cold wind howl through the dark hours of June, I wasn't at all sure a movie would hold me together. Izo did more than that - it pulled me back, to look from a distance, and think about the sorts of things I used to need good psychedelics to see.
The movie concludes with a spoken poem, the last half of which is translated as follows:
“What is striking the ground with voices is
the confused sound of blood in a shining person.
And what belongs to only me is dropping one after another.
Listen, my dear, how did you live and what did you see?
You are different from anyone else.
You are different from anyone else.
The night is far advanced.
And the full moon is shining.
You can go anywhere from here.
You can become anybody.
You are eating, keeping your eyes wide open.
You are enjoying the food.
you are eating, keeping your eyes wide open.
This happens to everyone.
You will become a bird.
In place of the hometown you abandoned
you will have a sheet of the new sky.”
Peace,
Fausty
This is Miike at his most intense, most challenging, and most elliptically rewarding. Not for the impatient, or expectant of rigid narrative arc exposition style. Not as unconstrained as Visitor Q, but far from the self-contained, brutal storytelling of Audition or Imprint.
Unsettling, unplugged performances by Kazuki Tomokawa are mixed throughout and while such a technique absolutely shouldn't work - it should seem tendentious or even trite - they actually raised the hair in the back of my neck several times. More than once, the shadow of the cameraman can be seen during these emotionally raw expositions, which for me at least blurred my comfortable distance from "the action" too far for easy viewing - similar to some of the too-raw-to-be-healthy imagery of Visitor Q.
Basically, this is yet one more reason that I find Miike to be a director who does things with movies I've never seen others try - let alone succeed at. And I'm not even getting to Ichi the Killer yet - a movie so dense with interwoven strands of substance and referentiality that it makes Bach's Art of the Fugue seem almost "thin."
Reminds me a bit of Death Trance and Versus, the former directed by action coolster Tak Sakaguchi and the latter starring him. But layered with that extra level of challenge and sub-linguistic content that Miike seems to be able to summon at will, in any genre.
Tonight, mourning an unthinkable loss and listening to the cold wind howl through the dark hours of June, I wasn't at all sure a movie would hold me together. Izo did more than that - it pulled me back, to look from a distance, and think about the sorts of things I used to need good psychedelics to see.
The movie concludes with a spoken poem, the last half of which is translated as follows:
“What is striking the ground with voices is
the confused sound of blood in a shining person.
And what belongs to only me is dropping one after another.
Listen, my dear, how did you live and what did you see?
You are different from anyone else.
You are different from anyone else.
The night is far advanced.
And the full moon is shining.
You can go anywhere from here.
You can become anybody.
You are eating, keeping your eyes wide open.
You are enjoying the food.
you are eating, keeping your eyes wide open.
This happens to everyone.
You will become a bird.
In place of the hometown you abandoned
you will have a sheet of the new sky.”
Peace,
Fausty
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