Obviously a monolithic work regarding a total collapsation of psyche in the face of unspeakable devastation and violence; a loss of innocence, life, faith, etc. filtered through silent and cyberpunk cinema tents. It's been talked about plenty how this is an abstruse recontextualization of post-Hiroshima anxieties, but this is also the byproduct of a painfully personal crisis of faith. Oshii lost connection with God, and his own creative talents; and the strife he felt lingered within every silent and haunted…
Let's make a toast to the damned
Waiting for tomorrow
When we're played out by the band
Drowning out our sorrows
What will become of us now, at the end of time?
We'll be fine, you and I
Let's tell the truth, just for once
Asking for an answer
Now that it's all said and done
Nothing really matters
What will become of us all if we dare to dream?
At the end of the scene?
Let's open up to…
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
There's a scene in this film where a character gets revenge on a supposed enemy of the sisterhood or whatever (she doesn't believe that the main character's best friend was raped in a diabolically plotted farce one could only label a conspiracy because sexual assault is clearly instiagted by some boardroom of cartoon villains lol) by gaslighting her into thinking SHE was raped (our "hero" roofies her then hires someone to take her to a hotel room) and somehow this…
Trigger warning (talk about suicide)
"I just felt in the mood to be a massive disappointment to everyone in my life"
From both my current and previous workplaces, located within a bustling plaza of apartments and businesses, concrete and lawns, lies an overpass over a major highway beltline. It's a fifteen minute walk on foot, maybe longer in the cold weather depending on how acclimatized one is in a situation like that. This overpass, while bearing no name, is an…