2000


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Andrucha Waddington’s 2000 Brazilian film, Me You Them, is a careful piece of sex comedy that works because of the obvious compassion Waddington has for the characters. In Hollywood’s hands, the project would look completely different and, I daresay, completely unnatural. As it is, there’s something to the flow of Me You Them that is utterly intoxicating.

Instead of simply placing characters into a situation and letting them pantomime their way through it, Waddington’s picture develops the situation slowly and with care. It is set in a poor, arid village in Brazil with a shrinking water supply and lots of red dirt. Poverty is the norm, yet the people get by on their passions and on hitting up the local bar for dancing, drinking, and more drinking.

Regina Casé is Darlene. She is average-looking, which is comforting and accessible, and endlessly determined. As Roger Ebert puts it, “She has big teeth, she wipes her hands on her dress, she can work in the fields all day, and if she takes you to her bed, you’ll have your work cut out for you.” Establishing her character is vital, as Darlene really has everything to do with how and why this little story happens in the first place.

We first meet Darlene when she’s expecting a child and set to marry the father. In her wedding dress, she’s left at the “altar” with no husband. Darlene returns and finds her grandmother dead. She also discovers Osias (Lima Duarte) offering her a proposition. If she marries him, she can move in with him. Darlene has nowhere else to stay and is with child, so she takes him up on it and our story begins.

Now, Osias is a bit of a lazy ass. He lays in his hammock all day long, fiddling and fussing with his radio. He assigns Darlene to care for the goats and to go to work in the fields, so she does. A second child arrives, darker than expected, and there is some unspoken suspicion about paternity. Nevermind. Soon another man drifts into the picture. He is Zezinho (Stenio Garcia) and he is Osias’ cousin. He is kind, so Darlene takes to him instantly and they have an affair.

Zezinho moves in and cooks for Osias and sleeps with Darlene. Osias may or may not be aware of this, but nothing seems to disturb his hammock’d existence. Another baby arrives and it’s Zezinho’s and again there is some unspoken suspicion about paternity. Nevermind. Soon enough another man (Luiz Carlos Vasconcelos) drifts into the picture, moves in, and so forth.

Apparently this weird sex romp is based on a true story. It could be based on a thousand true stories. The beauty in it comes as Darlene is fully in control of these three men in her own way, owing in part to the subtle attractiveness she possesses and in part to her natural mothering instincts. She is a mother and a lover and a worker and a drinker and even a fighter to these three men. She owns them.

There are swirling complexities to the relationships here, but Waddington keeps things remarkably pure and simple. There are currents of polyamorous living and even a thread of positivity towards polygamy, but who the hell really cares? The end result is ultimate happiness and, without spoiling the picture totally, these characters reach it on their own terms with their own desires for control, sex, and food met entirely.

The movie is marvellously acted, beautifully shot, and tenderly paced. It isn’t a typical farce; it isn’t guided by music or whirling camera shots to evoke emotion. The purity comes from the characters and the situation, as it should. Me You Them is a nice surprise and Casé, a television presenter akin to Oprah in Brazil, is fun to watch as the dominant female.

7.4/10

crouching tiger, hidden dragon

Built on a theme of resistance to gender inequality, Ang Lee’s 2000 film Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon builds the fourth novel in Wang Dulu’s Crane-Iron Pentalogy into a terrific motion picture. Lee, known for his patience and carefully constructed films, is well in control of this film and delivers breath-taking action sequences with minimal special effects alongside two deeply meaningful love stories and a slight critique of the conception of ancient patriarchal roles.

In placing three female characters in prominent ass-kicking roles, Lee is making no bones about what his Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon is really all about. We have Jade Fox (Cheng Pei-pei) denied entrance to the legendary Wudan monastery on the basis of her gender, so she steals the training manual from the master after poisoning him. Her determination to learn the skills herself propels her bitter journey through life.

We also have Jen Yu (Zhang Ziyi) as a young woman on the verge of her wedding. Her life is firmly out of her hands, apparently, and she wishes to be free from the role her family has assigned to her. When she talks to wandering warriors, she is envious of their existence and their freedom. When she is taken captive in the desert by Dark Cloud (Chang Chen) she falls in love with him and becomes engrossed in his lifestyle despite a necessity to return to how things were. She also threatens the male-dominated structure by stealing the Green Destiny, a legendary sword passed among male warriors.

Yu Shu Lien (Michelle Yeoh) is the third female leading character. Her love for the hero Li Mu Bai (Chow Yun-Fat) remains hidden much in the same way his reciprocated feelings remain hidden. But she is respectful of the male-dominated world, advising Jen Yu to maintain a sense of order towards her family and generally follow the rules. She doesn’t challenge the limitations of the power structure, especially those that cause her love for Li Mu Bai to go unrequited, and in this she is ironically the film’s most passive character.

Merely categorizing Lee’s picture as a martial arts film is an error, I think. This is much more than that, yet the martial arts are beautiful and akin to musical numbers in a theatre production. They highlight what we already know and draw a more dynamic portrait of some of the story’s emotional complexities. Consider, for instance, when Yu Shu Lien fights Jen Yu the second time. Yu Shu Lien loses control and fights forcefully, swinging heavy weapons in her direction and even losing her balance attempting to manipulate one. This occurs because she is, in her mind, protecting the honour of Li Mu Bai.

Yuen Wo Ping’s action choreography could fill volumes in the history of film. His work here is expectedly fantastic, as the wire movements of the characters are seamless and the lack of computer technology running assistance is admirable. The flight of the characters, the running up walls, and the lively combat sequences are all simply dazzling. The tree fight sequence is astonishing in every way, as Yuen Wo Ping’s choreography creates a sort of dance between Li Mu Bai and Jen Yu. It’s a treat to experience.

Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon won the Academy Award for Best Foreign Language Film for Taiwan and won Peter Pau a cinematography Oscar, too. To say the award was well deserved for Pau would be an understatement. His ability to capture the grand scope of the project is complemented beautifully by his capturing of the smaller moments. His work, along with the Tan Dun score, creates an elegant mood for the entire project that helps deepen the bigger moments and grants the film a character all its own.

With one of the biggest actors in the world in Chow Yun-Fat and mesmerizing fight sequences, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon is a true spectacle. But for me it was the deeper moments and Lee’s great attention to subtlety that really puts this motion picture over the top. It is not perfect, for certain, and there are a few pacing and editing issues that could have used some work, but Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon is still as close to a cinematic masterpiece as it gets.

9.7/10

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Anh Hung Tran has created an elegant, beautiful motion picture with 2000’s The Vertical Ray of the Sun. It is a deeply lyrical film, brimming with colour and vibrancy like his 1993 piece The Scent of Green Papaya. Tran creates movies that have a distinct sensuality and mood; they almost ease across the screen unlike anything you’ve ever seen yet feel wholly familiar. For those interested, Tran has two new films coming up: I Come with the Rain starring Josh Hartnett and Haruki Murakami’s Norwegian Wood due in 2010.

In many ways, The Vertical Ray of the Sun is a poem bathed in the language of motion pictures. Tran takes his time with every single shot, giving us the sensuality of Vietnam while packaging a rather complex set of romantic entanglements beneath the surface. The results are stunning. I have seen his film twice now. The first time was about five years ago and I was simply hypnotized by the cinematography and tone. The second time, last night, I dug deeper into the woven stories and was stunned by how much complexity there is beneath the surface.

The Vertical Ray of the Sun deals with three sisters and follows them through their multipart romantic relationships and their daily existence in Hanoi. Lien (Tran Nu Yên-Khê), Suong (Nhu Quynh Nguyen), and Khanh (Le Khanh) are the sisters. Two of the sisters, Suong and Khanh, are married. Lien is single and lives at home with her twin brother, Hai (Ngo Quang Hai). They have an interesting relationship and chase each other around the house in a flirtatious fashion. Lien often jokes about they are mistaken as a couple frequently.

Tran has structured his film to take place over the span of a year, roughly. We begin and end as the sisters are preparing for the memorial celebration for their mother. The other sisters live out their lives between the two celebrations, with Suong married to a photographer with a distressing secret and Khanh discovering that she is pregnant.

But it isn’t the events that drive The Vertical Ray of the Sun. It is, instead, Tran’s discussion and interpretation of the events as luminous visual moments. When Khanh announces her pregnancy, it is done with pauses, slight shyness, and loveliness. When Lien wakes in the morning and stretches, it is presented with beauty, tenderness, and love. As music plays throughout Lien and Hai’s space, we are enchanted at the greenness and gorgeousness of the world they wake up to each day.

Tran’s Vietnam is lush and exotic. The food, the plants, the sounds, the rain, and the environment are all presented with splendour and grace. Life is simple, so it seems, but Tran betrays us with a deeper story beneath the minimalism and draws us in to demonstrate that life has similar currents regardless of the culture. We all have our deceptions, our secrets, and our passions. And Tran further demonstrates this by allowing the events to unfold at the natural speed of life, not the imagined rushed event-to-event structure that so much of Hollywood abides by.

In taking his time with the beauty of the art form, Tran has created a motion picture that is lovely to look at and, upon further examination, becomes complex and quite exciting. The Vertical Ray of the Sun unfolds like a flower in bloom, slowly drawing us in to the deeper complexities of colour and smell.

9.2/10

Small Time Crooks

Woody Allen’s 2000 film Small Time Crooks is a farce, tempered with lots of humour and wit. It is also Allen’s highest grossing film in North American between 1989’s Crimes and Misdemeanors and 2005’s Match Point. Small Time Crooks, ironically, didn’t do as well as many of his other films internationally. Tracey Ullman was nominated for a Golden Globe for her role in the film. Elaine May won the Best Supporting Actress award from the National Society of Film Critics in the United States for her role in the film.

Small Time Crooks stars Woody Allen as the crook, Ray. He is married to Frenchy (Ullman) and wants her help in leasing a restaurant near a bank so that he and his gang can tunnel underneath and rob the bank. Frenchy, meanwhile, is supposed to cover the operation by working the restaurant. She turns it into a cookie shop and her business turns into an incredible success. Ray and his cronies botch the robbery, of course, but Frenchy makes millions through her cookie shop and franchises the whole thing. Ray and Frenchy wind up making millions anyway, without robbing the bank. Trouble ensues, however, when Ray and Frenchy aren’t able to transition successfully into high society. Frenchy hires a guy named David (Hugh Grant) to help educate her on the finer things in life. Ray, meanwhile, wants nothing to do with it.

Small Time Crooks focuses in on the differences between Frenchy and Ray, juxtaposing these differences with both subtle observations and obvious elements of comedic farce. Ray certainly has a lifestyle he is accustomed to. He enjoys watching television and eating fatty foods. Ray also enjoys a life of crime and misses being a crook. Frenchy, on the other hand, eats nothing but gourmet foods and is trying to tell the world that she is ripe for picking in high society. This causes Ray a great deal of stress, as he feels Frenchy is outgrowing him. Frenchy echoes those sentiments for a time, but eventually the pair realize how much they love each other and reality sets in.

Allen’s film is a film about character, of course. It is about the contrast between his two lead characters and about the differences that lurk beneath the surface. Riches may change things for a while, but eventually people return to who they are. Allen’s Ray is always a crook and he will always have that itch to steal things that don’t belong to him, despite the notion that his intelligence and bumbling nature should dictate otherwise. Frenchy is always the incessant bickering partner to Ray, despite the fact that her growth into high society might tell her otherwise. Each character within Allen’s Small Time Crooks listens to their internal spirits more than the external events circulating around them. That, in essence, is what gives the film so much heart.

Woody Allen typically plays only two types of characters. He either tackles the role of an intellectual or he tackles the role of a complete maroon. In Small Time Crooks, it’s the latter. Allen’s performance is top-notch neurosis here. He’s a wandering, stuttering, neurotic mess of a man. Ray’s only shot at holding it together is Frenchy. Frenchy is his reason for living and Allen’s desperation and bumbling nature captures that with concise clarity. Ullman is tremendously entertaining as Frenchy, too, as she nags and bickers with Allen’s Ray with such a rich natural chemistry. It’s hilarious and incredibly poignant at the same time, as the natural essence of this couple pours from the screen.

Small Time Crooks features plenty of other comedic talent to keep things going. Jon Lovitz, Michael Rapaport, and Hugh Grant are all tremendously funny. It’s the rarity of seeing Elaine May, however, that absolutely steals the show as Frenchy’s dunce of a cousin. Says Allen’s Ray about May (see, it rhymes): “Your cousin May is dumb like a horse, or a dog or something.” One hilarious exchange with the character of May involves her talking to a police officer in the cookie shop. He asks her if she’s just started at the cookie shop and May replies, deadpan, “not really. It’s my first day.”

Small Time Crooks is a farce of the highest order, in my view. It does contain some uneven segments and isn’t always laugh-out-loud funny, but it doesn’t have to be to effectively tell this story. The relationship between Ray and Frenchy is sweet and charming in its own way, as the bickering and nonsensical exchanges between the characters highlight a harmless and enticing comedy from Woody Allen. Small Time Crooks is well worth a look.

8/10

The Princess and the Warrior

The Princess and the Warrior is a 2000 German film directed by Tom Tykwer, the director behind Run Lola Run. The German title for the film is Der Krieger und die Kaiserin. The film is a lot like Run Lola Run, in that it contains many of the same thematic elements and places a great emphasis on the importance of escape and fate. Along with having the same director and similar themes, The Princess and the Warrior also shares a lead actress with Run Lola Run, with German actress Franka Potente as the story’s protagonist.

The Princess and the Warrior follows the life of Sissi (Potente), a psychiatric hospital nurse. She has dedicated most of her life to the hospital and the patients there feel a strong attachment to her in various ways. For the most part, the life of a nurse is the only life Sissi has ever known. She is used to being needed and used to being torn in multiple directions at once. Sissi knows little about the rest of the world. As we meet Sissi, we find that she is asking for help in wrapping up the affairs of a friend’s dead mother. She eventually runs into Bodo, played by Benno Furmann. Bodo is a former soldier living under a tremendous emotional burden. He has recently turned to a life of crime and, with the help of his brother, is planning a heist. Bodo and Sissi become involved with one another in a variety of ways as the film’s countless plots spiral towards one another.

The performances within Tykwer’s work are good enough, I suppose. Potente is engaging as Sissi and she brings a certain humanity to the role that allows for various identifiable aspects. Unfortunately, however, the spiraling and overwrought plot quickly strips that common ground away and leaves behind a residue of a character that really deserved a lot better. Furmann’s Bodo suffers a similar fate, as Tykwer simply attempts to conduct far too much energy here and loses any real meat in the characterizations in the process. The Princess and the Warrior suffers from a lack of real identity and a lack of potent pacing.

The film, clocking in at 135 minutes, could have easily been divided into two or three films as a result of the sheer separation of the subject matter. Sequences develop slowly within Sissi’s life in the hospital, outside of the hospital, and back into the hospital. The film plays out more like a soap opera that has been glued together and less like a cohesive unit. It is scattered and often suffers from the weight of its own undivided attention, losing the audience in the process and running the ship aground with problematic results. The outcome from such a directorial choice is that the film easily becomes bland and very tepid in nature. The Princess and the Warrior, which could have been a captivating film about redemption and found love, ends up being a wandering beast of a film that loses each important theme just as the audience is able to grasp it.

Tykwer over-directs the living hell of this film, to put it bluntly. Scenes unfold with slo-mo captures, lots of colour (to the point of being unnatural) and gaudy looking set-ups between its performers and the environment they’re in. The slow-motion leap from the building in the murky green water near the end of the film is a prime example of this mode of direction and it diminishes the quality of the scene and damns it straight to campy hell instead. The results of such over-direction are not pretty, as everything in the film suffers. Tykwer uses looping and a constant musical score to drive this film because the plot and the characters are not deemed important enough.

The Princess and the Warrior is a film that is sadly tepid and bland. It begins with elements of promise, but is quickly derailed by its own motivation and its own pretentious love with itself. The performances are good enough, although nothing is truly captivating, and the central plot (minus the many trappings of distraction) is good enough for a look, but the film overall suffers too much to be a recommended piece of art. Instead, The Princess and the Warrior is merely a forgettable attempt at something substantial from Tykwer. There are far better and far more interesting pieces of German cinema out there to explore, indeed.

4/10

Battlefield Earth

Battlefield Earth is pretty much widely associated as being one of the worst films of all time. I had managed to avoid this steaming pile of crap for quite a while, but today I succumbed to my idiotic curiosity and decided to watch it. The film has a remarkable 3% among reviewers over at Rotten Tomatoes and has earned such charming volleys as “Battlefield Earth is like taking a bus trip with someone who has needed a bath for a long time. It’s not merely bad; it’s unpleasant in a hostile way.” I couldn’t have said it better myself.

The full plot of Battlefield Earth: A Saga of the Year 3000 is somewhere in this mess. Essentially, the human race has been enslaved by aliens. Humanity has nearly been exterminated by this alien race when the humans decide that it might be a good time to fight back. These aliens, called Psychlos, are on a quest to profit from various planets in the universe. So they strip planets of resources and sort of FedEx the resources back to their home planet, with delivery insurance of course. The head alien in charge of the resource acquisition operation on Earth is Terl, played here by John Travolta who has absolutely no vested interest in creating this film, which has nothing to do with Scientology and is merely a space adventure story written by the founder of Scientology. So Terl and his sidekick Ker, played unfortunately by Forest Whitaker with Cowardly Lion getup, are stripping Earth of the resources when some kid named Tyler (Barry Pepper) decides to fight back and deliver freedom to his people. Yay for Tyler! Too bad he’s a moron that walks into shopping mall display cases!

Most people with any knowledge of Battlefield Earth are aware that it is based on the novel of the same name by Church of Scientology founder L. Ron Hubbard. Hubbard, described by Scientologists as a “charismatic genius”, is one of the most controversial figures in recent American history. Hubbard’s book was a bit of a mishmash. Scientologists went on a “book buying” campaign to make sure that it did well in terms of sales, which ratcheted up the popularity of the novel and created a bit of a stir. Based on popularity that wasn’t really ever actually there, Hubbard himself had dreams of turning Battlefield Earth into a film shortly after the book was released. But it took longer than that and eventually one of Scientology’s best and brightest, John Travolta, started a campaign to make this film. The head of Fox was apparently repeatedly coerced by hordes of famous Scientologists to make Battlefield Earth into afilm and, eventually, Travolta got his wish.So, out of the idea playbook of a man (Hubbard) who once said of China that the trouble with it was that there were too many “chinks” there, here comes Battlefield Earth to the big screen. It’s hard to put aside the idea that Battlefield Earth is based on such a piece of absolute trash, as the book is not only terrifyingly bad but was written by an incredibly bigoted and idiotic man. The history of Hubbard himself, using the conflicting reports and facts distributed through historical sources and Church of Scientology records would have made a far more interesting film than Battlefield Earth, for certain. Nonetheless, Battlefield Earth is what we have, so Battlefield Earth is what we shall discuss.

The film is terrible, but you already know that. Digging in a bit deeper requires one to actually pretend to pay attention to this unbelievable bore. Unfortunately, my normally astute sensibilities missed the bus on Battlefield Earth and I’m not going to be able to come up with much about this film that hasn’t already been said. But what the hell, let’s do it anyway!The acting is terrible, from the top to the bottom. Each character is breathy, snotty, stupid, insipid, annoying, abrasive, idiotic, moronic, disgusting, boring, bland, forced, and frustrating to watch. Travolta as Terl is so silly and disturbingly bad that it becomes an exercise in divine patience to watch him scuttle and swarm through his scenes with his moronic attempts at pull out elongated phrases to make his character sound more sophisticated and droll. Oh, ha ha ha, Mr. Travolta! Terl is such a funny bastard of a space alien. He’s so evil! Give me a break. Whitaker ought to be ashamed of himself for appearing in this tripe, too, as he was made to look like a fool and matches every futuristic visual of the Cowardly Lion imaginable. Then there’s Barry Pepper, who’s skyward “nooooo” is the penultimate example of his insipid and stupid “range.” The remainder of the cast is equally dumb, with no exceptions. None.

The way the film is shot and pieced together is terrible, from top to bottom. Starting with the opening phrase that looks as though it was cobbled together from green Apple Computer text from the 80s, the film’s effects are idiotic and half-assed. The cinematography is among the worst I’ve ever seen. First, there is not a straight shot in the film, save one or two, as the scenes all have a certain slant to them that is supposed to enhance the effect. All it really made me want to do was enhance the “stop” button. Then there’s the colour in the film, as everything is bathed in a sort of stupid drained colour scheme and the yellow scenes look like someone peed on the final print of the film. Ugh. Then there’s the sort of stop-and-shot shooting style that works in this tripe. A typical scene breaks down a little bit like this: shot of Barry Pepper doing something, shot of him from another angle, shot of him from the first angle, shot of new character, shot of Pepper again from the first angle, shot of Pepper again, etc. In that example scene, all Barry Pepper would have had to do was say “hello.” Ugh, how awful!

So yeah, it goes on like that. Battlefield Earth is a terrifyingly bad film that really deserves to be tossed into space somewhere and blown up. The acting is bad, the direction is bad, the plot is bad, the music is bad, the set design is bad, the…..everything is bad! I can think of no redeeming quality from Battlefield Earth whatsoever, other than to say that, like all things, it eventually ended.

0/10

Battle Royale

Battle Royale is an undisputed shot to the chest, an adrenaline-packed punch to the face, and a machine-gun blast where it counts. The film is based on the novel by the same name and was directed by Kinji Fukasaku. Fukasaku took the project on after the novel reminded him of his time as a 15-year old munitions factory worker. The novel, written by Koushun Takami, spawned a manga series and a sequel. The film, like the novel, aroused quite a bit of controversy, which led to trouble finding an American distributor for the film. Rumours that the film is banned in the United States are not true.

The plot of Battle Royale is generally faithful to that of the book. It takes place at the dawn of the millennium under tremendous national upheaval. Students are boycotting school and millions of people are out of work. The adults have lost confidence and are afraid of the youth, leading to the passing of the Millennium Educational Reform Act. This Act, also known as the B.R. Act, has resulted in a “game” led by proponents of the Act and the military. The “game” is that the students must kill each other until only one remains. This “last man standing” game takes place on a deserted island with an abandoned school. A teacher, Kitano (Takeshi Kitano), is behind it all and is on the island with the kids, barking out orders and “updates” to inform the students of who has been killed and where “danger zones” are on the island. There are more complicating facets to the “game,” but that is the general idea behind it.

Battle Royale is a gritty and dark film, given the subject matter, and it utilizes these bizarre and brutal circumstances to draw the characters into the light. There are relationships, crushes, and petty disagreements. There are school cliques, bullies, and other aspects of high school life that are explored within this hyperbolic framework and callous violence. The violence is indeed brutal and Fukasaku takes no prisoners when it comes to showing all of the bloody and gory realities of the “game.” The students blast away at one another with a variety of weapons, some more effective than others, and the film chugs away creating a gruesome amalgamation of Lord of the Flies with savage horror.

The film takes aim at issues such as civility, demonstrating the complete and utter breakdown of any form of society when extreme circumstances are introduced. The students react with shock and horror at the outset of the “game,” but some students are more quickly assimilated into the survival tactics and the “kill or be killed” attitude required to make it through to the end. Others team up and try to figure out a way to beat the system, attempting to escape the island despite their tracking collars. Other still decide to kill themselves, either alone or with a loved partner, as a penultimate defiance of the realities of this violent “game.” The way in which the students deal with the events in Battle Royale is one of the ways that Fukasaku paints a humane picture within the ferociousness of the plot.

Whether dealing with Kitano’s loneliness as the savage leader of this “game” or dealing with the heartbreaking realities of Shuya Nanahara’s life, Battle Royale allows the depth of the characters to sink in while bearing off on the violence. Characters begrudgingly form alliances for survival, only to slaughter one another for idiotic, simplistic reasons. Other characters reveal long-held crushes or obsessions, only to be taken down by an uncaring rival. All of the idioms and travesties of high school life are on display here, except instead of using a highly sexualized context in which to frame the story, Battle Royale aims at something more animalistic.

The result of this experimentation in brutality is a shocking and compelling film that unravels at an incredible pace and contains tremendous performances throughout. It should be noted that none of the performers in the film used a stunt double. Battle Royale is one of the most popular films in Japan and was the subject of an attempted banning by the Japanese government. As with most things of this nature, however, the seemingly negative publicity only helped break the film to a larger audience. The film created a debate in Japan over media violence and was described as “crude and tasteless” by members of Parliament. There also was an “Americanized” version of the film planned, but as a result of the Virginia Tech massacre, the remake was put on hold.

Battle Royale is a shocking, compelling, and electrifying film that features a captivating and original narrative and a great cast. With Kitano leading the way, there are reasons to care about each of these characters and wonder about where they have come from and explore what they think about where they are. It’s a brutal, callous film that also has a lot of hidden heart. Strip away the layers on Battle Royale and discover a brilliant film.

8.5/10

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