Muscle

"Something inside me crumbled and exploded at the same time" awakening begets a demolition of self. ryuzaki seeks the man who split him open, starved for the recognition his violence now speaks to him. being at kitami's mercy reshaped his desire, a bond forged in lacerated flesh. their entanglement produced a language, a dance only they can share. it's romantic in its own perverse, tragic way. this is the second pink film I've watched. not a genre I'll dig into beyond a small handful of titles, I'm mostly just genuinely fascinated by its history. directors had a lot of creative freedom as long as they followed a loose formula. combined with censorship constraints this led to some quite experimental and artsy shit going on, very cool!!