An eccentric man aged about 40 lives alone in a decrepit house in Tokyo. He periodically transforms into a giant, about 30 meters tall, and defends Japan by battling similarly sized monsters that turn up and destroy buildings.
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I appreciate the very candid nature of Big Man Japan. All of his reactions and indirect answers to questions – very Japanese and true to life. Without reading too much into this story, I enjoyed watching Big Man Japan walk a line of much responsibility and little respect. It was a goofy film and it served its purpose.
I dug this a lot. Could the giant superhero represent our governments fighting their inevitable, telltale, propagandized enemies while the financial world continues playing their games pulling the profit strings and we all laugh. Did I dig to deep?
In Matsumoto's satirical tribute to the Kaiju films and serials of his youth (particularly Ultraman,) he portrays the sad, exploited, little man who is forced to carry on the thankless family tradition of protecting his vulnerable island nation. Through his masterful use of costumes, sets, special effects, and his own deadpan clowning, he dismantles the cult of technological progress and its complacent progeny.
A poignant lament for middle age, generational divides, and the alienation of progress; a clever mockumentary, and commentary on Japanese culture; a hilarious kaiju film. All those things, combined. Matsumoto more than pulls off the triple threat of writing, directing, and starring as the awkward but affable Dai Soto. Absurd and smart and sweet and fun. Unforgivable missed opportunity with giant cat notwithstanding.
Interesting kind of movie between documentary (or better: mockumentary) and parody. Liked the genre crossing and its comment on monster and superheroe movies very much and really had fun... especially with the weird end.
A tragicomic lamentation of boomers aging in a nation of indolent, disengaged modernity that has forgotten its past. A sardonic critique of the dubious incursion of Western influences on post-war Japan. A pathetic eulogy for old school traditions that hang onto life like a senile grandpa in a loincloth. Ridiculous, hilarious, outrageous and depressing as hell.