The first half is incredible. Classic Ishii -- sporadic moments of synth and silences, graphic-novel-esque closeups, unexpected humanist comedy, a compelling and dreamy mystery at the core. The second half feels like a misfire, totally derailing the perfect set-up of the first half.
Rather than an investigation, this film is more about the protagonist's past. Quite disappointing that even though she was mentioned as an expert, she never really live up the expectation or we knew that she was expert by the way other characters addressed her. Other, the lady depicted as a weak creature, at the end she was not the one who solved the case either.
There must be some kind of way into here, said the allusion to the overcooked reference. Angel Dust is a somewhat stiff shot of strange, a narrowly deranged, CronenLynchian psych-procedural that spins around and around a pretty deep sinkhole--a mass grave for the dead; a dead end for the lies of the living. I didn't watch it very carefully. I wasn't sure it wanted me to. 3.6.