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❝ There are heavy films, and then there's Keiko Desu Kedo by Sion Sono, which is like a bag of reinforced concrete thrown at you from three meters high in an attempt to kill you.
❝ Can an entire generation be described through a precise identification in the civilization of pain? Sono manages it in his own way, with the emphasis that distinguishes him and alternating pure madness with a directorial virtuosity of which he is the supreme master but not subject.
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