'shaggy would just wave his hand, like this, and he would ask them, "death or disease?". they wouldn't always answer him, but it was always one or the other.'
hyper-violent, disillusioned ronin tale by toshio matsumoto. a fairly notable departure from 'funeral parade of roses', executed rather well (pun very much intended). lighting and camera in particular are stellar, playing with the darkness and shadows of black and white, translating the sets into the eerie stage of human corruption.
decade #8: 1970s
extraordinary, genuinely horrifying work. greenaway does not take any prisoners in this one. a masterclass in direction, set design and storytelling alike. it is premised on the disorientating game of a meta-cinematic, meta-theatrical play-within-a-play. this convergence of expression creates a truly unique viewing experience - and by the time you think you're safe, it brutally pulls the rug out from under you.
also, ralph fiennes' balls are in this.
film from your birth year #1
i appreciate that this is basically a coming out story packaged in british folklore. however, the inevitable tv look and passionately unrealistic dialogue kept me in a constant state of anticipating john cleese to pop up in a bikini and announce the next sketch.
folk horror #2
brilliant, fascinating outsider art that looks like a cursed 80s home porno.
nightmarish homemade casio soundtrack loops, footage that was shot on a toaster, and an evil doll that fucks you! practically nothing happens in the film, and it's still spookier than most horrors!
will seek this out on vhs as i wait for an inevitable criterion release.
film with a person of colour as director #3