The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

Seminal Image #537

Ore ni sawaru to abunaize
(Don't Touch Me, I'm Dangerous; a.k.a. Black Tight Killers)
(Yasuharu Hasebe; 1966)


SomeNYGuy said...

A really fun, zany movie with a catchy "twist" theme song. The girls fling 45 RPM records as weapons, for heaven's sake! This was definitely out on DVD a few years ago -- hope it still is.

Richard Gibson said...

Wow what a title. Image reminds me of 'Tokyo Drifter'. Is it like that?

swac said...

Hasebe was definitely a disciple of Seijun Suzuki's, and a shining star at Nikkatsu in the pink movie department.

The flinging 45s scene is a definite highlight, as are some of the musical numbers, and the fake, hypercolour backgrounds.

I have it on DVD, a zippy pop thriller, well worth seeking out.

SomeNYGuy said...

Much, much lighter in tone than Suzuki's films. More spoofy than sardonic. Still, I think most Suzuki fans would enjoy this too.

swac said...

I'd say Suzuki-lite is a pretty good assessment.

But there's very little fat on the bones of this flick, it really careens through its fairly ridiculous plot, which is always appreciated.