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Film Review: Strange Circus
The Creepiest Show on Earth
“Everything looked like a guillotine,” narrates Mitsuko in the beginning of Strange Circus. She is recounting her childhood living under the torment of an emotionally sadistic father. Like any abused child she is in a constant state of anxiety, worried she may do something to draw her father’s ire. In that situation, even the walls must look dangerous, like armed guards blocking any chance of escape.
Mitsuko’s father, Ozawa, is also the principal of her school where his face is broadcast into the classrooms each morning on a TV screen like a low rent Big Brother. The school hallways are soaked in crimson. Crimson ceiling, crimson drapes, crimson walls, crimson carpet. The walls are textured like dripping blood frozen in place. It’s disquieting when two students slowly wheel a TV down the hall, Ozawa’s stern eyes staring daggers from the screen. These halls show up frequently, sometimes empty of people, other times looking like they’ll drown the pale little figure of Mitsuko.
Being memories, these early scenes aren’t linear, but flow from one to the next like a furious dream. Interspersed are moments from a circus show. Acrobats in garish costumes filmed from all directions with fast cuts and chromatic lighting to make it queasy. That’s not the only thing that will overturn the audience’s stomachs.
One day Mitsuko peeks through the keyhole of the bedroom door and has the misfortune to see her parents having sex. Ozawa notices and likes the idea of voyeurism. He drills a hole into a cello case and locks Mitsuko inside, her position forcing her to watch through the hole. Ozawa’s depravity only starts here. He has a tight grip on his wife’s psyche. He manipulates her into being jealous of the attention he gives to their daughter, however debased it is. While the violence Mitsuko suffers from her father is that of a deliberate monster, the violence inflicted by her mother is the lashing out of a fellow victim.
I wrote this review six years ago. I cleaned it up, though it’d be a tighter read had I written the first draft today. Unfortunately the film is no longer easily accessible through streaming so I can’t revisit the movie to see if my opinion would change. Someone at some time held this opinion, at the very least. I’ll trust my memories on this one.
In 2019, Sono released The Forest of Love on Netflix. It’s based (however loosely) on serial killings that took place in Japan during the 90s-00s. It’s really good, though very long and extremely violent.
I think this is true of a lot of East Asian, and European, art film. (Gary can always swoop in to correct me if I’m wrong). Wong Kar-wai, for example, has such a beautiful sense of atmosphere, place, and geographical/human texture, that you can simply get swept away in the visuals of his movies, in large part thanks to Christopher Doyle. And even though they have plots, they’re not plot driven in the way a lot of mainstream contemporary American film is. It’s less about getting you from point A to point B (and presumably a happy ending, or at least some kind of ‘ending’), than dropping you in a particular place, time, and feeling and making you become totally absorbed. My knowledge of Japanese film is poor compared to Taiwanese or those from Hong Kong, but Jun Ichikawa seems to do something similar in Kaisha monogatari. Jim Jarmusch leaps to mind as the most comparable contemporary American who works in that mode, if not always with as much skill or success.
Anyway, really, really well done review. I don’t do horror films and I still felt compelled to go all the way to the end of the analysis.
Reminds me of this guy:
Yeah, that’s accurate, I’d say especially of European film.
I’ve only seen one Wong Kar-wai film (Chungking Express) and am not even aware of Jun Ichikawa. Looks like I have some films to explore. I’d add the films of Kim Ki-duk and Kiyoshi Kurosawa’s Cure as other good examples of this filmmaking philosophy in Asian cinema.
Jarmusch is another I’ve yet to delve into, but I know enough to say he definitely fits. (Kinda funny that he’s associated with the punk movement. I guess in relation to popular Hollywood films, slow, aimless, dialogue-heavy movies are the punk thing.) Richard Linklater’s non-studio films are another good example from American directors.
Thank you.
The Coens’ Ladykillers is underrated. You excited for Joel Coen’s Macbeth?
The Scottish tragedy? Surely.
Indeed. I just found out it’s titled The Tragedy of Macbeth. Looks amazing:
I’m not sure about much of his work beyond that one, but I really adore it. There’s another movie hanging around on the Criterion Channel by a more well known Japanese director, The Last Dance by Juzo Itami, that was made around the same time and they deal with both very similar and wildly different themes (death, love, vocation, aging, duty, etc). Even though The Last Dance is a little more dated and less artsy, they’re both worth a try.
Chungking is a masterpiece. Personally, my favorite is In The Mood for Love, but I think you would enjoy Fallen Angels a lot.
Only Lovers Left Alive is the first of his films that I saw, and I’m pretty sure it’s his most commercial. That being said, I’d go with Mystery Train as a first toe in the water, unless you have some undying need to see Tom Waits act.
Didn’t recognize Itami’s name, but looking it up, I’ve long been aware of Tampopo, and when I subscribed to Criterion I had his Taxing Woman films on my watchlist. According to Wikipedia his death was pretty nuts.
You know me well. Fallen Angels is the one I’ve had my eye on.
I’ll take note of Mystery Train (Screamin’ Jay Hawkins as a night clerk already has my attention), but my first foray will probably be with Ghost Dog: Way of the Samurai. I’ve already had the fortune of seeing Waits in Bram Stoker’s Dracula, The Ballad of Buster Scruggs, and Seven Psychopaths.
Another example: Anh Hung Tran. Scent of Green Papya, Vertical Ray of the Sun, etc. You can take just about every moment of his movies and frame them on a wall. They likewise do not have plots as we know them, but you still get a story and it’s not unsatisfying.
I’ve heard of The Scent of Green Papaya. I need to stop writing reviews. My movie backlog is big enough as is.
Seems to check out:
Don’t normally necropost, but I had to share this tweet about the director: