Oh my gosh, I did not get this one. Maybe it's the cultural gap. Maybe it's the fact I started it at 2 in the morning, fell asleep, and tried to regain my bearings the next day. Maybe it's that I'm stupid. Whatever the case, Suicide Club left me thoroughly dazed and confused, and not just in its plot. Like Love Exposure to an even wilder extreme, the tone of it jerks all over the place, at one moment playing out like a procedural crime mystery, the next jumping into surreal hyper-violence, with periodic cutaways to Kidz' Bop music videos and philosophical monologues about communion and the self. David Lynch couldn't make a weirder, more mystifying movie if he tried.
In short, the visuals are indicative of a promising director, but I would require at least two more watches to make sense of the narrative and commentary, and that's assuming Sion Sono isn't just exploiting youth suicide for sensationalism.