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It's entirely possible that sending the audience out feeling lousy was intentional

This is a small, humorous movie in some ways, but it has a huge heart. What a nice experience.

There's no way I can possibly love it entirely but I just think its ridiculously bad, but enjoyable at the same time.

All of these films share one commonality, that being a kind of emotional center that humanizes a cast of monsters.

Tsukamoto is an incredible DP. He creates stunning visuals and his use of light and choice of film stock is borderline genius.He is an OK actor. But he can't write. And he is a useless director. Unfortunately, this film reveals the misogynistic tendencies that are all-too-prevalent in contemporary Japanese cinema. Secretly, chicks get off on being stalked and blackmailed, right? Characterisation? Fuggetabourrit. Why would THIS women ever be married to THIS man? In a Holloywood film, the backstory would tell you why; in a Japanese trendy drama, the casting would tell you why; in a Tsukamoto film, such audience concerns are mere whimsy - who cares? It looks good, right? I would love to see Tsukamoto shoot something helmed by a more astute director looking at tying story to character. Until then, Tsukamoto seems destined to slip towards music video and commercials, where stunning visuals at the expense of heart, character and insight into the human condition are an acceptable motif. When all the smoke and mirrors clears, does this director have anything of interest to say?

A Snake of June (2002) is the thematic culmination of over a decade's worth of cinematic experimentation for Japanese auteur and erstwhile infant terrible Shinya Tsukamoto; with the film's themes of fear, repression and the limitations and fragility of the human body recalling the surrealist body-mutilation of Tetsuo: The Iron Man (1988) - and his metaphoric metamorphosis into a drill-bit wielding cyber-punk - through to the modern day horror of Tokyo Fist (1995) - with its punishing images of primal carnage - and of course, Bullet Ballet (1998) - with its wasteland of urban decay and the bleak thematic examination of suicide.With this in mind, viewing Tsukamoto's work from the visceral and vivid 'Tetsuo' through to the film in question is often like studying the basics of the auteur theory in seven easy steps; with the director progressing from the low-budget horror of The Iron Man (1988), through to it's bigger-budgeted sequel/remake Tetsuo II: Body Hammer (1991) and then onto the aforementioned double-punch of Tokyo Fist (1995) and Bullet Ballet (1998). That's not to mention his lush period-mystery Gemini (1999) and his more recent examination of death and decay with the subtle and mature Vital (2004). Each of these films presents its own treatise on a clearly defined theme, which, when viewed within the larger context of Tsukamoto's world presents us with a true, single-minded and intensely unique body of work. This is represented, not only by the repeated use of death, decay, metamorphosis and the human body as a central motif, but also by the presence of Tsukamoto as writer, director, cinematographer, editor, production designer and, in many cases, lead actor; but also with the vital role in which Tokyo itself plays in shaping his highly expressive narratives.In the Tetsuo films, Tokyo presented itself as a labyrinthine maze of metal, concrete and steel that only succeeded in dehumanising its citizens into soulless, destructive monsters; in Tokyo Fist, the skyline of the city dwarfs its central character, intensifying his sense of weakness and lack of power, and eventually leading to his attempt to reclaim himself from this backdrop of mocking malaise and social conformity; while in Bullet Ballet, the world is dark, empty, devoid of colour and numbed to any real sense of feeling and purpose. Once again, A Snake of June feels like a culmination of this idea; depicting a Tokyo that is cold, claustrophobic, awash with a constant rain and a general lack of warm colour; with the images here presented in a blue-tinted monochrome that stresses the empty sterility of the central relationship and the world in which they inhabit.Like The Iron Man, Body Hammer, Tokyo Fist and Gemini, the film uses the relationship between three characters (and their feelings of jealously, lust and paranoia) as its starting point; introducing us to Rinko (Asuka Kurosawa) and her husband Shigehiko (Yuji Koutari), who live a contented, if entirely soulless existence lost amongst the high-rise apartments of metropolitan Tokyo. All of this is turned upside down however by the appearance of Iguchi (Tsukamoto), a terminally ill photographer of lurid pornography who meets Rinko via her position as a Samaritans-like phone councillor, and, realising that she has helped him put the final stages of his life in order, decides that he wants to do the same for her. What follows is series of sensational mind-games, as Iguchi blackmails the prim Rinko with illicit, secret photos he's taken of her masturbating in her apartment in order to get her to act out the sordid, self-pleasuring acts she furtively craves. For example, in one of the film's central set-pieces, Iguchi, using a cell phone, instructs Rinko to buy a scandalously short-skirt, to wear it in a crowded shopping mall without underwear, to buy a vibrator, to insert it and then, finally, to buy a series of embarrassingly phallic objects from a local fruit vendor while he controls the vibrator via remote control.The second half of the film is more fragmented and surreal; moving into the expressive, metaphorical, highly visual realm of Tetsuo and Tokyo Fist; as Shigehiko's repressed businessman is literally terrorised by his own deeply-hidden desires, while Iguchi's physical pain and torment are manifested in blood-soaked violence and an extendable, metallic phallus that emerges from a hole in his stomach. I wouldn't want to give too much away, but these scenes definitely need to be experienced, not only as they represent for me what true film-making really is, but also because they present the central emotional construct of these characters better than any dialog or exposition ever could! The film has a few more twists and turns that I won't go into here, though, sufficed to say, the overall message of the film is ultimately a simple one, though it's told in a highly expressive and enigmatic manner that is more than suited to Tsukamoto's wild and distinctive cinematic imagination.The performances from all three of the lead actors are outstanding and much deeper and more emotionally honest than you might-expect from a low-budget Japanese art film; though, it has to be said, it's really Tsukamoto, both as a filmmaker and with his complex performance as Iguchi and Asuka Kurosawa's fearless performance as Rinko that truly dominate. A Snake of June is, for me, what cinema should be; complex, visually stunning, intelligent, enigmatic, emotionally charged and above all else, challenging. It obviously won't be to all tastes, but certainly those with a fondness for challenging independent cinema and an open mind will find much to appreciate; whilst those who are already familiar with Tsukamoto's previous work, such as Bullet Ballet or his earlier masterpiece Tokyo Fist, should easily find much to enjoy within the rain-soaked claustrophobia of A Snake of June's very bizarre love triangle.

It started out with an interesting and engaging premise. That did not last long.What started out as a thriller type film with a sympathetic lead character transformed into, giving it the benefit of doubt, some crazy thing that made no sense whatsoever. In the final act, there was no way to determine what was really going on with any character. For example, is he really sitting down with his wife having a lovely dinner or is he outside in the rain with some maniac who is beating him to death? Something as basic as that.I admit I'm not a huge Lynch fan as I do enjoy it when a movie can make discernible sense. I work too hard in the real world to have to spend my leisure time trying to figure out someone's mental disturbances which are given life through their films.All the actors seemed fine and the look of the film was interesting but that's just not enough for me to encourage others to see it.

This film is about sexual inhibitions, fantasies and social restrictions. The reviewer who said this film is stupid and has no story obviously doesn't grasp the fact that this is an avant-garde film. The imagery, themes and sound are what make the film, not the narrative. It works on a different level and is better appreciated by people who are interested in film as an art form rather than merely popcorn entertainment. The imagery is dark and provocative and enhanced by the blue and white monochrome. The director employs his trademark hand-held camera and big close ups. Although the themes are sexual in nature the film never feels like exploitation. The film isn't perfect by any means but is an interesting example of avant garde film-making by a significant Japanese director. Watch it with an open mind.