24th April 2015, 04:02 PM
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| Cultist on the Rampage | | Join Date: May 2011 Location: Leeds, UK | |
CHOCOLATE, STRAWBERRY, VANILLA - The director of the excellent 'Monstro' shows us a few days in the life of a tragic, soap-opera obsessed ice cream man, during which he's spurned by the imaginary love of his life and ends up doing a T Bickle... I really quite liked CSV. At first I wasn't certain, but something about its threadbare minimalism really worked for me. The repetition of lonely hours and petty humiliations gradually builds a relentless atmosphere in a pretty desolate seeming but all too believable world. The performances are all strong, and in fact CSV is populated by enigmatic characters who don't stay on screen for very long, but who evoke hidden, slightly desperate lives... witness the hooker and her kid, or the post-office-counter-assistant-with-monkey-on-back (who I had a massive crush on. The counter gal, that is - the monkey is a metaphor. You know what I mean). Like 'Monstro', it's kind of trans-genre, coming on for the most part like a blackly comedic character study before flipping over into classic horror meltdown. This latter bit was a bit overdone, and I would've preferred a more delicate resolution in some ways. Still, it's in keeping with the bleak overall tone and the logic of the film as a whole. Very good and well worth catching.
R100 - White collar dude visits a brothel called 'Bondage' and gets embroiled in an s&m game that gradually overwhelms his existence. 'R100', from Hitoshi Matsumoto, is a pretty strange film. In fact, the prospect of cataloguing all its various weirdnesses fills me with exhaustion. I won't ask why the lead character's features change and his eyes blacken whenever he has a hot bondage moment, or why the brothel's 'CEO' expresses her anger by repeatedly diving into a swimming pool, because frankly these questions are pointless and end up as mere flotsam on this tidal wave of wonky. And by the time the (very obviously male) lead got pregnant, I could only really think "well, why not?" If the so-called 'Bizarro' literary sub-genre needed a cinematic equivalent, this would do, as it features much of the same hysterical straining after oddness, a bit like various others such as 'John Does At The End' et al. And, come to think of it, loads of other examples of Japanese quasi-surrealism. All of this aside, R100 never fails to be consistently (and, on occasion, jaw droppingly) entertaining. The kink factor is actually fairly minor, tame enough to be easily surpassed by all the other whackiness. A surprise in some ways, although I'm not familiar with the director. Two thumbs up.
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