"That which is overdesigned, too highly specific, anticipates outcome; the anticipation of outcome guarantees, if not failure, the absence of grace."
-- William Gibson, All Tomorrow's Parties
Memetic warfare

The other night, Evan, Adam, Andrew and I were hanging around at Factory, Andrew had brought a couple DVDs, so we decided to watch Suicide Club. Wow.

Talk about fux0red.

The film starts out with 50 school girls jumping waiting for a train at Shinjuku station. Train gets closer, the schoolgirls link hands and count down... and then jump in front of the train, sending a torrent of blood raining upon the horrified onlookers.

And the movie just kept getting more and more fucked up.

The director (who is also apparently a porn star; only in Japan..) spent a lot of time bouncing back and forth, adding random, odd subplots, which were mostly useless. I'm used to this, though, thanks to all the other Japanese media I've subjected myself to over the years. The random subplots added to the surreal feeling of the film.

Overall the movie was very good... ranging from a decent message about consumerism and the inherent soulessness in a self-dispossessed social body (e.g., if you have no personal-center -- spiritual or otherwise -- you have no reason to exist), to desensitization of violence, blah blah, media, yadda. Typical stuff, but still good.

Something I really liked about it was how the whole suicide trend progressed. It starts off with a single dramatic act, and as media covers it, it becomes a more and more accepted thing. Just another fad.

Also, the Dessert jpop was hardcore, yo. Straight from the hood.

March 31, 2004 5:56 AM