Producer tries to intervene but it's too late, I'm already hollerin' about Kaizo Hayashi

I really love movies like this that are also half-photographic essays about their setting cities. Great showcase of Taipei here, all urban gloom and paradoxically lonely, a few measured and intentional steps short of being purgatorial.

Tsai Ming-liang’s later penchant for humanist slow cinema feels so obvious here, forming in the monotonous unhappiness of crowded city life, petty crime, and too-young disillusion. Nothing happens while everything happens, all at once and so unkindly, while the drains clog and apartments flood.

They said it couldn't be done...

Daizen Maeda CL Golden Boot soon come

This whole "post four screenshots to bsky" shit easy when you watch a Terayama movie