A film without any nod to moral foundational myths it is a sleek smart dive into inner thought deprivation. Unrecognisable in terms of modern Japan it travels to Kamagasaki. This is a walled off slumworld in Osaka, kept away from prying eyes by Meiji Emperor decree. This is a proto brutal slum dog millionare without the central theme of happiness as salvation.
Shot with artistic hand held vision, it mixes emotional brutale with solid concrete to create an early industrial masterpiece. The Spanish guitar themes simply batters the camerawork into the surreal.
The Imperial Sun melts along with belief as the gang embark on a number of money making schemes, selling workers blood to the cosmetic industry, battering lovers in the park for their wordly goods, running brothels. Meanwhile betrayal lust, fear and revenge stalk the movie with fervour. The hot sweat of dirty unwashed bodies reeks from the screen. These are tales of no redemption making James Dean's forays into existential angst seem weak and flacid.
Murder, death, rape, incest, cuckoldry are all casually portrayed as sub themes. The play has the tenacity of Shakespeare stripped of any moral compass and meaning. Nihilism has never had a more beautiful celluloid vision.