It's strange how I caught myself skipping on the quiet and long parts of the movie... In the world of constant stimulation, where sometimes sitting in silence is quite painful, this movie from 2002 challenged me to sit through it and just observe.
The first thing I noticed about this, is that the film itself is very misogonistic. The way the Araki guy talks about his wife's passing, is as if he didn't care about HER as a person he loved, but to me he gives this vibe of a man that tries to be all brave and shit, but actually just has no idea how to talk about his emotions, and very much misses her. The way the guy was describing the love hotel? Absolutely fucking disgusting.
I feel that Mayuko Hino - the only woman starring in this film, is like a contrast to all these man, and also I think we need more characters like her in plot based movies. She's loud, unhinged, weird - just like women are. This is something I loved in this, how casual all these oddities of people are shown. Because at heart we are all kind of weird, aren't we?
I still feel the need to bring back the Araki guy. At first, I was going to write, that I feel negative about him. I was convinced, he was another sick, old, perverted fuck, and he kind of still is, at least in my eyes. But then I kind of saw sth different in him. The way he interacted with people. I got the same experience with the noise musician. I realized - I just really love and admire passionate & extravagant people, and I aspire to never lose my spark, like them, or to find another one. (Just did some research, and found out he is, in fact, a creep)
Also, I like how these people negate each other without even knowing it. The historian says that the closest thing to perfect beauty is probably something misty, that hints what's inside of it. And the Araki - the avantgarde photographer says he doesn't want to become the kind of artist people want him to: "... do something blurry and diffuse for it to be art..."
Overall, the movie really is great, and I enjoyed watching it, even though I had to take some breaks because of it's intensity. It really was kind of confusing, as one moment you think of it as a quiet and boring film, and the next second noise music is screaming in your ear, and the visual approach is insanely loaded with stuff. Maybe I have a soft spot for this film, because I'm a fan of experimental media and industrial hell, and this film kind of gives both?
It's strange how I caught myself skipping on the quiet and long parts of the movie... In the world of constant stimulation, where sometimes sitting in silence is quite painful, this movie from 2002 challenged me to sit through it and just observe.
The first thing I noticed about this, is that the film itself is very misogonistic. The way the Araki guy talks about his wife's passing, is as if he didn't care about HER as a person he loved, but to me he gives this vibe of a man that tries to be all brave and shit, but actually just has no idea how to talk about his emotions, and very much misses her. The way the guy was describing the love hotel? Absolutely fucking disgusting.
I feel that Mayuko Hino - the only woman starring in this film, is like a contrast to all these man, and also I think we need more characters like her in plot based movies. She's loud, unhinged, weird - just like women are. This is something I loved in this, how casual all these oddities of people are shown. Because at heart we are all kind of weird, aren't we?
I still feel the need to bring back the Araki guy. At first, I was going to write, that I feel negative about him. I was convinced, he was another sick, old, perverted fuck, and he kind of still is, at least in my eyes. But then I kind of saw sth different in him. The way he interacted with people. I got the same experience with the noise musician. I realized - I just really love and admire passionate & extravagant people, and I aspire to never lose my spark, like them, or to find another one. (Just did some research, and found out he is, in fact, a creep)
Also, I like how these people negate each other without even knowing it. The historian says that the closest thing to perfect beauty is probably something misty, that hints what's inside of it. And the Araki - the avantgarde photographer says he doesn't want to become the kind of artist people want him to: "... do something blurry and diffuse for it to be art..."
Overall, the movie really is great, and I enjoyed watching it, even though I had to take some breaks because of it's intensity. It really was kind of confusing, as one moment you think of it as a quiet and boring film, and the next second noise music is screaming in your ear, and the visual approach is insanely loaded with stuff. Maybe I have a soft spot for this film, because I'm a fan of experimental media and industrial hell, and this film kind of gives both?
