08-18-2009, 11:26 PM
Pinocchio 964 by Shozin Fukui (Japanese -- 1992)
How can you go wrong with a cybernetic sex slave? I mean, we're talking safe territory here, right?
Wrong.
This was the most depressing movie I've ever seen.
A lobotomized, cybernetic sex slave named Pinocchio drifts aimlessly around Japan. A girl named Himiko takes him under her wing, and together -- or taking turns -- they exhibit aberrant behavior in public places (the director is bent on capturing odd reactions from real people). It's mostly performance art designed to get a reaction. If a plot exists, it's incomprehensible. There is one outstanding effect -- showing a character exhibiting an extremely intense emotion (usually "anguish") and maintaining it over the span of a "very long" scene -- often in a public place. A couple of these hyper-emotive scenes are mesmerizing. But the director turns out to be a one-trick pony, and the technique is way overused and wears mighty thin over a span of two hours. A slightly intriguing curiosity piece, but long and grim and stridently despairing in a mental illness sort of way that makes you want to dress Bjork in a swan costume and assure her over and over, "Things will get better, they will, just you wait," though she's not even in this movie, and all the swans are dead, and things won't ever get better….
How can you go wrong with a cybernetic sex slave? I mean, we're talking safe territory here, right?
Wrong.
This was the most depressing movie I've ever seen.
A lobotomized, cybernetic sex slave named Pinocchio drifts aimlessly around Japan. A girl named Himiko takes him under her wing, and together -- or taking turns -- they exhibit aberrant behavior in public places (the director is bent on capturing odd reactions from real people). It's mostly performance art designed to get a reaction. If a plot exists, it's incomprehensible. There is one outstanding effect -- showing a character exhibiting an extremely intense emotion (usually "anguish") and maintaining it over the span of a "very long" scene -- often in a public place. A couple of these hyper-emotive scenes are mesmerizing. But the director turns out to be a one-trick pony, and the technique is way overused and wears mighty thin over a span of two hours. A slightly intriguing curiosity piece, but long and grim and stridently despairing in a mental illness sort of way that makes you want to dress Bjork in a swan costume and assure her over and over, "Things will get better, they will, just you wait," though she's not even in this movie, and all the swans are dead, and things won't ever get better….
I'm nobody's pony.