Ichi The Killer (殺し屋 1): review

Last night, I watched the often-hyped Japanese film, Ichi The Killer directed by Takashi Miike. Well, I didn't actually finish but I watched most of it... Enough to know what fuckin otaku trash it is.

Essentially the film = rape, cartoon violence, rape, confusing plot, rape, cartoon violence, rape.
The whole fuckin movie is some sexist rape/violence against women fantasy.

Takashi's work is a reflection of his obvious misogony. In one scene, the pimp was supposed to beat up a prostitute with three punches. However, the number of punches increased to fifteen because Takashi could not stand the actress.

Fuck this guy and fuck the American remake of his One Missed Call.
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rant:

It is supposed to be cool to like this movie for its ultra-violence.
As if that 'shock' factor was some sort of rebellion.
Rebellion against what? It is the same cultural current that Vice Magazine rides high on. As if to go to any extreme was a rebellion against old, static, backwards, or conservative ways.

In the 60's and 70's, the ("extreme") counter-culture(s) was, for the most part, a rebellion against old conservative ways. It was seeking freedoms from the old status quo. As this rebellion was co-opted by the very forces that it sought to undermine, any analysis or meaning was removed and simply the act of going to the supposed extreme was considered freedom.

Now it seems "conservative" or uncool to actually care or to recoil from mindless "extremes."

What kind of joy is one supposed to derive from being willfully shocked by the perpetuation of rape?!