To show how on top of things I always am, this was released something like a decade ago, and I only found out about it yesterday.
If the sophistication and lasting cultural identity of a piece of art is determined by how many questions it forces you to ask yourself, then Dead Leaves is the smartest, most intelligent shit ever made. Throughout the entire movie I kept asking myself, "What the fuck am I watching?"
And then, after the movie was over? I began asking myself, "What the fuck did I just watch?"
Have you ever heard of a piece of fiction that concludes by bragging about it's enormous plot holes? Honestly, if there's any intellectual stimulation to be found from Dead Leaves, then I didn't find it.
Visual stimulation is another story entirely.
I like this so much that there must be something wrong with me.
ReplyDeleteI only wish it weren't so Japanese 'cause as unusual as this is, I'm still tired of all the clichés.