10/2019 Gory surface but really I think this film is a meditation on the claustrophobia of love and its commitments. The injunction to 'only love me' is a suffocating one, and what is really oppressive to Aoyama here is Asami's vulnerability and the obligations and duties that imposes in a loving relationship. These find representation as brutal fantasies culminating in her torturing him. love as masochism.
manic pixie dream girl? no, more f*cked up twisted trauma girl...nice twist (apropos word) on the cliche of the submissive Asian female, and interesting experiment in genre-splicing (another appropriate word, especially for a movie that contains the line "you can't walk without feet" : the spoiler's in the synopsis and in the meme re: this movie)...still, pretty sure this doesn't belong in the 1001 movies to see book
A missed opportunity at a masterpiece. Starts out as a more focused Ozu drama, then stumbles due to Miike sadly imprinting his experimental editing into the last act, of which, would be effective with its grisly violence alone. This freakout style makes its initial promise of a refined, grounded-drama-that-goes-into-a-horror-flick go off the rails into midnight movie bizareness. As a fan of it, I seldom say that.
Quite apart from the (literally) near unwatchable finale, this is an exceptional thriller: the bold gambit of setting it up as a quiet romantic drama pays off, and the middle section, as a descent into hell, is crafted in a manner worthy of Hitchcock. There is also an intriguing ambiguity at it's center (there are two mutually exclusive readings of the finale). Unpleasant, but unforgettable.
Marianne Kătelyn's review beautifully expresses Audition's tricksy praxis. Upon rewatching what impressed me was how restrained the film is in its cruelty... almost kind. Elicited from me more pity than repulsion. Both protagonists might have been good people if it weren't for him: lack of integrity; her: excess of idealism. For all its post-modern playfulness, it almost feels like a traditionally tragic story.
My favorite horror movie. Perfectly, subtly modulated feminism, the slowest burn you ever did see, a rom-com narrative that melts and drips into surrealist trauma. Scary beyond comprehension -- and complex. The villain is logically villainous; the sexism and selfishness of the protagonist is entirely catalyzed by societal pressure. This is the third time I've watched it and it always makes me upset and thrilled.
I liked the build-up towards that squeamish final minutes. The dream sequences could have been better planned and placed within the film, because it felt like they were stalling the main action and not particularly bringing something new to the table. The film itself could easily have lost 15-20 minutes of its running time. But overall it's a stylish effort from Miike that resisted to just give away the body horror.