This movie should have everything going for it: the promise of yo-yo ultra violence, serviceable acting, school uniforms, Riki Takeuchi. Sadly, most of these (very important) things only grace the first and last part of the film in any way that matters. The rest is the plodding middle to end all plodding middles.
You see, the film thinks it has some very important things to say about teenage angst, teenage angst and teenage angst. But actually it hasn't. And so this ever optimistic viewer ended up with watching thirty very entertaining minutes and a full hour of boredom.
So it goes.
Sunday, August 12, 2007
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