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About this movie that I recorded from Fuori Orario on RaiTre in the '90s, I can even narrate the "plot" which, upon viewing, becomes mathematical: "What the hell is this stuff," where Takeshi burns everything there is to burn and then some.
A shipwreck so desired by the Nippo, after Sonatine, to drive away, to shake off, to unmask all the "cinematic" self-congratulatory poses: "You believed it, velvet face"...
There's the noisy anime of Lamù, the Girl from Space, Ataru Moroboshi lecturing.
There's the wacky of Mai dire Banzai
There's the black mirror of Go Talent
There's the blind katana of Zatoichi
There's the zapped of Ghostbusters
There's the bim bum bam of Bem Bera Bero
There's the off-pitch of Karaoke
There's the nihilism of Daitarn 3
There's the morbid sci-fi of The Fly
There's the dystopia of the Tamagotchi
There's the sperm massacre of a bukkake
There's the conscious suicide of a true kamikaze
There's the sexual kimono: Set footage "Animal Sex"
There's the aerial thong: "Without life, no flight"
There's the capricious gangsterism of the Yakuza
And of course, if Kitano is involved, one is in a mystifying alien toilet, tap dancing with his balls, imagine what pachinko of whistling crap he stirs up in our heads. Takeshi's urge to mock the world’s continuous loss of sanity out there is too strong, they really go looking for the ridiculous, the miserable, these mannequins. Annoying and pesky Beat Takeshi shows no mercy for anything and embodies the true Justice that pummels the fraudulent calm of humanity.
The protagonist Asao concludes that to have sex with beautiful girls all you need is a nice car, but he has little money and buys a junk car like an Arna or a Duna. He drives around offering sexual rides to unknown women who completely ignore him. He destroys the first car and sells his living grandfather's organs to get the money to buy a convertible, but the dealership employee saddles him with a dud. He believes that flying first class allows sexual favors, but in the rental of a private flight, we witness an overdue cavity situation. When Asao runs out of cash, he considers robbing a bank, but he's missing a gun, so he gets a job at a foundry so he can build one. Instead, a shot-up Yakuza who appears out of nowhere and provides the weapon before dying, and with this, he goes to the first bank, "this is a robbery!", but the teller says he needs to take a number and wait his turn. He tries in different banks but encounters all sorts of absurd mishaps. Then he tries to hijack a money van with pitiful consequences that I won’t get into here. Then he tries to become famous by becoming an actor to easily pick up women, again experiencing other vicissitudes where a samurai nonsense becomes the norm. After the "explosive" experience of treasure hunting, dealing, and "accidental killing" with the Yakuza, he comes across a mad scientist (played by Kitano himself) who makes him invisible in his lab. But the invisibility is temporary, and they redo the experiment, tripling the power, but an insect gets into the cabin, and Asao is transformed into The Fly! Becoming a danger, to attract and capture him, "all of Japan's poop" is collected inside a stadium and placed doughnut-shaped in the center of the playing field. And when Asao-fly lands on it, a giant fly swatter operated by a mechanical arm repeatedly hits the man-insect who is completely soiled with fecal matter. Then finally there’s the grasshopper man who... The End.
A "shitty" film, crappy plot, crappy situations, shot shoddily, yet the awareness of the filth is so conscious that the disgust provoked winks at an unleashed hilarity. Why on earth does that damn car salesman go to a family looking at a car and slap the kid's head for no reason?
The Asakusa Kid went big, the mess made for himself and everyone is definitive, there’s no escape from any aesthetic, poses nullified, even intellectual kitsch excluded. It’s a Godzillian tabula rasa on our beliefs, it’s the mishmash of human reality, without frills, without confetti, without the novel. It’s the dirty shithole that remains dirty even after you’ve flushed.
The indecency of a scrotal troglodytism of a very wide strata of the human species includes unsuspecting individuals who pass themselves off as "the pillars of society," the joker Kitano exposes everyone, having no qualms about telling you to go to hell with a show that's finally "without veil." Between nuclear fooling around and dressed-up farts, there's the liberating stink for a sincere attendance with the vulgarity we live in: "That’s why they hate him"...
That’s why it’s not true at all that VHS tapes were destined to demagnetize, and yet I still watch them over twenty years later and they've held up just fine, including this one.
"Why do you want to become invisible? To be a voyeur. Excellent motivation!"
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