One of the contemporary masters of Japanese film, Kiyoshi Kurosawa here fashions a dark tale that is both a sharp satire of corporate life and a B-movie thriller. A former sumo wrestler (and here, the Western viewer is surprised to discover that not all sumo wrestlers are huge ponderous guys) now working as a security guard goes on a murderous rampage in the company that's employed him.
How did he snag the job with a prior charge of murder? How is it that the only way a surviving employee can get help is by telexing New York City?
As well, the juxtaposition of world-renowned art in commerce (i.e., how much can I buy and sell this Cezanne for?) with the obviously crude and horrible activity the guard engages in that dominates the story, give this film a unique feel.
Though not as well crafted as the astoundingly brilliant "Kyua (Cure)", this is nevertheless an interesting film.
How did he snag the job with a prior charge of murder? How is it that the only way a surviving employee can get help is by telexing New York City?
As well, the juxtaposition of world-renowned art in commerce (i.e., how much can I buy and sell this Cezanne for?) with the obviously crude and horrible activity the guard engages in that dominates the story, give this film a unique feel.
Though not as well crafted as the astoundingly brilliant "Kyua (Cure)", this is nevertheless an interesting film.