Thursday, May 21, 2026

The holiday resort development is destroying Hikone Island


Sci-fi Freudian potboiler odyssey into unconscious into subconscious repressed trauma mystery romance.
 Real (2012, Kiyoshi Kurosawa) is languid with Kiyoshi Kurosawa’s ability to maintain a consistent tone of existential dread doom escaping reality self-delusion ominous swirling whirlpool of oblivion in the best possible way.

 

Its tone is everything. Crappy low-budge cgi effects is better than spectacularly hi-tech effects any day. It’s more scary. It’s more fun. The disintegrating before our very eyes ATSUMI swiss cheese moment is more emotionally resonant. The philosophical zombies AI slop is the worst unsettling best way Real traps us in artificial horror.
     The confusing foggy narrative structure aims at conveying the labyrinth of our psychological emotional intrapersonal universe. How do you uncover a mystery that’s built out of fog? Does Atsumi’s dad chiding KOICHI about the irreversibly destructive damage his parents did to this place fifteen years ago have a clear analog irl? Does it need to? Does it matter?
     Also what’s the timeline here? Atsumi and Kiochi are twenty-five and met when they were ten? When all the stuff went down? That’s a lot of baggage. The Kiyoshi Kurosawa sunshine peering through motif recurring in this film tells us their future is bright though. After two hours of toxic sludge excavation what does that say about life though?

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