A good example of how the excess of significants and their translation into an hysterical formlessness can hinder and destroy a project with distinct and interesting scope, from the social to the artistic. Only, and only, an allegedly ridiculousness without limits.
How to sum up this astonishing film? It's a supremely bizarre, unhinged epic; a monumental meditation on life, the universe and underwear.. Themes of religious guilt, family feuds, covert cross dressing, sinister cults and martial arts-inspired upskirt voyeurism are touched upon. Alternatively, strip away all of these layers and what you're left with is a rather sweet and tender love story. Prepare to be bewildered..
An audacious, hare-brained epic. It's the dumbest smart movie I've ever seen. It fails at being relevant and insightful in the way it tries to be and accidentally reaches a profoundness of sorts by going so far down it reaches the sky and falls down a ways. I've never seen anything like it. Maybe the greatest novelty film ever made.
A perverse yet surprisingly tender love story; a unique, standalone, outrageously ambitious oddity; a four hour marathon not short on thematic ideas; cult religion, traditional religion, sexual discovery, family, deceit, samurai swords and voyeuristic photography all feature. Exhausting, immersive and presented so confidently – love it.
Sono clarifies that it is not enough for one to declare the 'truth' to one's self (as it arrives through deceptive force). Nor is it enough for one to actualize another as we believe them to be (Yoko actually misdirected in her beliefs, or Yu actually enacting the identity of Miss Scorpion). Only when eyes see beyond these culturally-crafted illusions, can love break the barriers that separates lovers and "siblings."
The film was showing promise, until the character introductions finished and the never-ending erection jokes began. Heinously overdone. So many scenes are too long - far too long. I'd also love to know who the intended audience is - I felt as though the director felt it necessary to leave nothing up to one's imagination. This film is like being beaten over the head repeatedly. I didn't finish it.