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“We'll pry them apart later”
Dip into the listless, loveless milieu of early 00s Tokyo with Suicide Club, a timely portrait of urban Japan as an alienating world. When a staggering number of mass suicides occur in quick succession the Tokyo police, including Detective Masatoshi (Nagase Shibusawa, The Most Terrible Time in My Life) suspect some kind of cult leadership- but gradually realise the malaise is a more deeply rooted problem. Meanwhile, an innocent preteen Idol group on TV plays on and on and on.
Incoherent on purpose, this film has attracted criticism for not being clear enough in the targets of its satire, but for this programmer the target is clear: ì̴̖̲͕̘͔ṯ̵̨̢̹̯̳̪̟̯͖̼͚̙̣̊̏̉͑͒̇̐́͊̔s̶͓͎̩̳̽͆̓̋̑̊͘ ̵̢̦̩̤̳̽̃̀̇̃͆͐̉â̸̢̜͓̟͖̖̪͓̦͎͖̮̰̙͊̍͊͐̓͐b̸̺̬̮̩̣̻̰̞͋ͅo̵̡̨͍̫̫̠̝̣̽͊͒͗̐̀̒̕̕͜ư̶̯̥̫͛̑̏̋̐̽̾̐̅̌̈̄ͅt̸̡̛̤͙̟̗̮̥̹͒̓̅̏̕͜ ̶̨̢͙̺̲͎̞̘̦͉̭̯̟̚͜j̵̨̧̡͎͖̘͔̮̪̱̪͖̮̎͐̐͋͝a̴̡̟̪̫̹̳͕̯̥̩͍̍̓͒͋p̶̡̦̣͔̮̗̪̫͙̞̠͙̈̍̾́̿̇͐͐̈́͂́̇͐̀͠ă̵͍͇̏̀͛̓̾̀̄͝n̴̢̢̛͔̩͚͈͕͔͓̿̍̋͂͘
Underage idols, internet obsession, tremendous stress on young people to fulfil any and every role, Suicide Club is a scream of pressure released by a filmmaker who canonically hates his home country.