cannot think of another film which embodies the conceptual essence of what cinema is more than this -- the future created by remixing the past into an ineffable present.
there is no fate but what we make -- yet we make it all the time.
100% perfect mastery of blocking from okamoto, who doesn't have the A-list auteur credentials of an ozu/kurosawa/mizoguchi/kobayashi, but in his own way occupies an important place as a director who specialized in the ironic/satiric action film -- sword starts in literal heaven with an elderly man begging to be put out of his misery, and everything after is a sweaty descent into hell with the usual criss-cross back-stabbing and political intrigue which all floats in a void around nakadai's bizarre…
venom LITERALLY said gay rights!!!
they gave every single worst line in the script to michelle williams and she carried that shit like a champ. robert richardson photographed the crap out of this as well when he definitely didn't need to. absolutely dumb as hell, i loved every second of it. reminds you that capeshit doesn't have to be totally irredeemable self-important garbage; there's hope for cinema yet! give me a hundred more screwball comedies with big stupid queer slime creatures!!!
a film has to be more than just neon lights attached to your spotify playlist