A yakuza, a hitman and two nerds? Irony, irony, irony and irony again. That's what the movie is all about. And when you understand this, you do not perceive the spectacle without obvious pleasure. Then the image of Katzuhiko, does not cause rejection with his melancholic plastic and partner in the bath, "blonde" Matsumoto a worthy addition to a light falling asleep on the go. . .
If you were lucky enough to finish the Lomonosov Moscow State University, a successful career is ensured. If your case has a diploma from Bauman Moscow State Technical University, time has not passed for you. For a piece of bread with butter, and even with ham, or even caviar, they have already provided themselves. You just have to stretch a little, push the final horizons of the profession and you are in full chocolate. They take it with their hands and feet and there and here. And if there are still “captures”, different “shaggy hands” of virtues, parents, then the direct road to the “bright future” is not far off. Like cheese in butter until retirement. What about MGIMO? Isn't it a quote? Why was he kept quiet? So this place is not worth stuttering at all. Here the gilded carpet into the most heavenly palaces beyond the visible horizon stretches ... to the throne, to the supremacy, to the eagle heights. There are no mere mortals with fire during the day. It's all very elite cream-clots.
So what's my point? What's that about? Does Melancholic (2018) have such a lush tirade of words? Sure. Sure. Sure. The film, all the irony of the purest water.
Katzuhiko, "seven inches in the forehead." Most recently, he graduated from the University of Tokyo and received a brilliant certificate, which now hangs on the wall under the ceiling. Maybe that’s where he belongs.
She lives with her parents. No right, no left, no... Glasses on the nose complement the portrait of this lanky asthenic batan. Is there life in it? Is blood moving through his veins? He is the weakness itself, he is the fatigue itself. Motion, words get tired. In any case, this is how this “undergrowth” is perceived. Will something move him? When? Will lethargic sleep come to an end? Oh-oh-oh-oh! Oh, come on, asshole, I want to exclaim. . .
So what is this "stupid" going to do? Sitting on your parent's neck? What about the degree? Where are the ambitions? Where are they? Probably not MSU, MSTU, MGIMO behind his shoulders. . .
Yeah, it's time. Katzuhiko makes a move. He found himself. He found himself. Who? Where exactly? In the pool. In other words, in the bath. A cleaner, a towel layer, a small 'handout'... Wow! What a career! That'll get stuck! Yeah, yeah. Exactly! Full-length irony. Ha-ha in ridicule. Feel it? Got it? Have you enjoyed it?
If so, let's move on.
The bath is not exactly a bath. It’s not just a swimming pool for cleaning. So to speak, a place of purity. Now and here is almost the language of metaphor, the “figure of speech” in the author’s frame of the video series of the presentation. More interesting. It's more complicated. And -- funny. People get knocked down. In other words, cut, kill, let blood. On the tile floor. On white, red. The Yakuza killer delivers the final sentence unwelcome, uncomfortable. Chick, you're already in heaven! We laugh from the heart. Here we go.
Kazuhiko becomes an unwitting witness to the mystery of the ritual. How is it now? What happens now? Will he be slapped like a gnat? He's scared. The final line is a foregone conclusion.
But take your time. How can you behead a movie at the beginning of a story? Another solution is promoted by the creator of the tape. What does that usually sound like in the Italian mafia? Oh, yes, "tied." That is, the one who is attached to the case of the magicians. And Kazuhiko is getting more and more involved. And he's got his partner, the poloter. They have a funny couple.
A beautiful example of Japanese cinema. Without pedaling, without whipping up passions, the director-debutant managed to create a masterful work that remains in memory.
7 out of 10