World Of Kanako
I'm a huge Nakajima Tetsuya fan, and I have been since Kamikaze Girls. His eye is unlike that of any other modern filmmaker, and his pop sensibilities are the kind that will either make you fall in love or send you away screaming. World of Kanako brings together Nakajima's artistic flair from his earlier films like Kamikaze Girls, and mixes it with his dark side, like Confessions, to make what is closer to being his masterpiece than anything since Memories of Matsuko.
Put Nakajima together with Japan's finest actor, Yakusho Koji, and you've got something special. Yakusho has been branching out from his popular film roles with turns in films like 13 Assassins and The Woodsman and the Rain, but Kanako is a whole other beast. I've never seen Yakusho this filthy, both literally and figuratively, and it's a role that suits him well.
Kurt cautioned those who might see the film in his review, but his words work for me, even as I can't wait to watch it again!
Along with so many other 21st century Japanese films, what the creative set has to say about the nation's educational institutions, is that it is they are place of abject, unrelenting terror. Blame is placed as much on the culture and the establishment as it is on distant, neglectful parenting.
But the film doesn't point fingers, it breaks them or chops them off. When reality penetrates Akikazu's anger and drug-fueled haze, he realize that his quest is more to kill his daughter with his own hands rather than any quaint notion of saving her from the cruel world. Everyone, the viewer included, is drowning in a river of shit so wide that the embankments are not visible and the current is unyielding. This is not hyperbole, this is what it is.
The filmmakers and actors have no interest in proceeding with caution in The World of Kanako, but my suggestion is that anyone taking this trip to cinematic hell be aware of just how far down the rabbit hole it goes.