So, let’s talk Pig-Chicken Suicide for a moment.
Pig-Chicken Suicide is atrocious. It’s decrepit and crudely made, the film is near intolerable to watch. It’s cinema at its lowest point. This film is also near intolerable, but thankfully, at least there’s a competent director behind the camera: Kinji Fukasaku.
I respect Fukasaku as a filmmaker. His stylistic flair obviously points out his competency and cinematic vision. If it weren’t for Fukasaku’s skill as a director, I’d probably rate this a half-star.
And yet, I’m still going to rate this a half-star.
I have lost brain cells today, my friends. That’s not something I particularly want to happen. Outlaw Killers, content-wise, can be used as an example sentence to describe the…