It starts with the incessant throb of a Japanese drum, which quickens and slackens in accord with the storyline.
It spirals, out of control, into hell hole. Senseless. Violent. Numbed. There is a style in it all. Senseless. Violent. Numbed. You became indifferent. You forgot when you became indifferent. Does the indifference make me stronger? The notion crossed my mind. Some in the audiences laughed with the gore, the extremity. I didn't. I couldn't. I drew no pleasure. Just numbed. Just stunned. Yet in deep thought. Senseless. Violent. Numbed. All extreme. All ingenious. Again, I was stunned.
P.S.: So, I've finally kick-started this year's Japanese Film Festival with Kichiku:Banquet of the Beasts. It was "Audition" all over again