Cure

i don't know if i've ever been this uneasy before during a movie. it probably does not help that it's 3:29am right now at the time of this review. whoever suggested me to watch this tonight did not want me to get any sleep and i am likely lacking in wisdom for listening to them. this might just be the japanese version of se7en with a japanese version of al pacino as the detective. and mamiya makes hannibal lecter, john doe, and norman bates seem like sweethearts. also, if i had a nickel for every japanese director named kurosawa, i'd have two nickels. which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice. if i have a son i might have to name him kurosawa. holy shit.