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Through colored filters, punk music, shaky cameras, and transgressive interludes, "Throw Away Your Books" evokes one emotion above all: anger.
The main character of this story has nothing in a city known for having everything money can buy. His sister loses her innocence when she is gang-raped by his so-called friends. His mother is a criminal. The main character is rotting inside from anger and dreams of being a human airplane, of having the wings that his poverty has clipped off of him. An obscured character compares Japan to a lizard in a cola bottle that has outgrown its containment, but cannot escape.I think America is the same. Its economic growth is enormous, but is nevertheless limited by its inefficiency of providing people with a life that brings happiness.
In his final monologue, surrounded by all the characters of this crazy story, he states his love of Polanksi, Nagisa Oshima, Antonioni, and Bogart, but remarks that movies can only be enjoyed in the dark. "Try watching a movie in the daylight, on the side of a building." The glory and wealth so often portrayed in movies enables us to escape, but when placed side by side with the harsh realities most people have to deal with, it pales.
"Throw Away your Books" is a movie that will cause anger and discomfort, but these are fitting emotions to have when presented with the terrible suffering caused by societal structure concerned only with maximizing material gain.