This will be my last Imamura film. Of all the male fantasies out there, the worst to be visualized is the rape fantasy, or in the immortal word of Bobby Knight, "I think that if rape is inevitable, relax and enjoy it." The misogyny in his films is comparable to Godard. And the soundtrack is so annoying!
This is the film I bought the box set for. Here Imamura strikes the perfect balance between anthropological exploration and emotion. Sadako is the perfect heroine, a complex character who is never turned into a victim. The black and white cinematography is some of the most jaw dropping I've seen, and his direction is a hypnotic flow of images. Gripping and complex, this film is a hidden treasure of Japanese cinema.
Strangers on a train. We already know the man is a rapist and is so sick that sometimes needs ampolues to help breathing. The woman's original condition was pointed at by a metaphor involving mice imprisoned in a hamsters cage. Though the film is a.k.a.'Unholy desire', I couldn't see that while her 'murderous intentions' keep faltering. Then the ending seals the best resolution for a somehow absurd and 'bleak' comedy