2nd or 3rd rewatch. Suicide Club is one half of Sono's gutting masterpiece: suicide as the question. To appreciate how he builds an unsolvable puzzle out of non-questions and red herrings, among casual musical montages and assorted crazyness. Is it a fad? Hidden messages on TV? A gang? Is it a statement? Murder? Really reflect on it. It took me a couple years to begin to get it. There is no suicide club. Get it?
I believe there is much more going on in this film than most viewers are willing to recognize. The violence serves as a hyperbolic representation of a consummate loss of connection with the individual and society. The subways are full of tired, lost people with downcast eyes. Sono's characters are grasping desperately for something while their lives come apart at the seams. Brilliant.
Suicide Club favors plot over storytelling techniques, like characterization and empathy, and it's even unfocused in its plotline. However. it connects to the viewer through instinctual understanding: as we too are human and have dealt with these same +/- emotions in our own lives. Striking concepts/scenes, and meticulously crafted in ideas and questions with the answers in codes and symbols. Yet, it's at a distance.