Death by Acid J-Folk
Wow. After finally seeing this flick, I have a love-hate relationship with it.
I absolutely love the challenge of peeling away all of the different layers of meaning, and as usual, Miike has provided us with a plethora of new eye-candy and moments of nasty wrongness! Anyone who criticizes the cinematography in this movie is insane, some of the shots in this movie are so beautiful that they stand up with the best of Miike's work.
But I'm still fuming from having to watch a five minute painful shot of singer guy (Tomokawa, ne?). I'm happy to discover that that's a post-war style of singing and probably has a ton more significance to Japanese viewers. Nevertheless, it was really hard to take that guy screaming and screetching away for roughly 40 minutes of 128. It was more painful that watching the non-action that comprised most of garbage like Nobody Knows and About Lily Chou Chou . . . or the snoozer moments of Sonatine.
I also found that the non-stop samurai slayings got old after the 40th person got hacked. You could add up all of the Zatoichi movies and still not equal the death-by-sword body count in this flick!!!