I just finished Pistol Opera and, God damn, that was a very trying exercise in attention for me. It doesn't help that I may be borderline narcoleptic, so I was ready to go to sleep at the 90-minute mark (which netfix erroneously attributed its running time) when I was dismayed to find there were 17 more minutes to go. FFFFFFFFF***!

The good: actors, sets, and make-up and costumes (along with the chosen colours)
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The bad: that awful (and LOUD) freejazz trumpet theme that went on and on and on and on and on. I have a phobia of getting tinnitus from listening to terrible music.
The ugly: whereas "Branded To Kill" actually had a semblance of linearity from one action to another, this one jumped and skipped from nonsense to more nonsense. It made me question whether I was watching something I didn't understand or if I understood this was supposed to not make any sense because it's a Brechtian Cinema Novo Art School Project piece of crap. It didn't help I watched it on a double-bill with "The Housemaid," so I was all ready to hate pretty much anything that wasn't life-affirming, inspiring, slow-paced, contemplative, and beautiful at the on-set. The editing in this movie is ugly and criminal, and does a disservice to the actors, whom I think did their earnest best to work with such bizarre material. Suzuki Seijun: YOU ARE NO CZECH NEW WAVER!


Somebody, shoot me from having to witness another one of these
