
2008 · Sion Sono
For when you want to be swallowed whole — a full-evening event movie for the adventurous, best with friends who'll commit. Absolutely not a casual background watch.
Yu is a devout Catholic teenager so starved for a sin worth confessing that he apprentices himself to the underworld art of upskirt photography — and while out in disguise as a woman, he meets Yoko, the girl he instantly, catastrophically loves. She thinks she's fallen for a mysterious woman; he's tangled in guilt, kung-fu, petty crime, and the orbit of a sinister sect called the Zero Church. It's a four-hour epic about faith, perversion, and first love, played completely straight.
Nearly four hours that move like ninety minutes — delirious, hilarious, lurid, and then suddenly, unaccountably sincere. It swings from slapstick to scripture-quoting rapture and somehow earns both; you come out wired.
Sion Sono's structure is its own dare: backstories nest inside backstories for a full hour before the title card finally crashes onscreen. The film runs on propulsive pop-and-classical needle drops and go-for-broke set pieces, with First Corinthians recited like a love song — maximalist filmmaking where excess is the method, not the flaw.
An instant cult monument of 2000s Japanese independent cinema and the film that made Sono an international name, passed hand-to-hand by viewers daring each other into its runtime.
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A nearly four-hour epic of Catholic guilt, martial-arts upskirt photography, cults, and transcendent first love — and somehow one of the most propulsive films of its decade. Sion Sono, poet-provocateur of the Japanese indie fringe (Suicide Club, Cold Fish), spins the story of Yu, a devout boy whose hunger for a sin worth confessing leads him into the netherworld of 'peek shots,' and toward Yoko, the girl he meets while disguised as a woman. From this lurid premise Sono builds something unaccountably sincere: a treatise on faith, perversion, and purity in which Corinthians is recited like a love song and a brainwashing sect called the Zero Church plays villain. The film's structure is its own dare — backstories nest inside backstories for a full hour before the title card finally crashes onscreen, a flourish that announces Sono's total confidence in his sprawl. Trimmed from a rumored six-hour cut, it became a midnight-circuit legend at Berlin in 2009 and has only grown: proof that excess, wielded by a believer, can be a form of devotion.
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