
Directed by Shin'ya Tsukamoto
Country of Origin: Japan
Rinko (Asuka Kurosawa) works in a crisis center
talking people out of committing suicide and she's very good at her job. Unfortunately, her loveless marriage to a sexless
salaryman with OCD has taken its toll on her emotionally. She has completely shut
herself down and only comes to life during her fantasies. Out of the blue,
Rinko receives a compromising photo of herself from Iguchi (Shin'ya Tsukamoto),
a man she once saved. He blackmails her into performing lude acts in public with
the promise of returning the photos he has of her. As Iguchi’s requests get
more and more bizarre, Rinko’s husband begins to notice that something is up.
You can file this film under: “So I Watched That But
Why?” and then lock the filing cabinet forever. But do it in a sexy way! Shin'ya
Tsukamoto, of Tetsuo: The Iron Man (1989) fame, drops this black and white (though tinted blue) erotic art film into
the viewer’s horny eyes. It’s a visually stunning film about isolation, loneliness,
voyeurism, the joy of masturbation, cancer, and I don’t know what, but the film lost me as soon as the
blackmail began.
Whatever Iguchi’s motivations are, I found the idea
that this man knows just what our heroine needs to be insultingly sexist. He
wasn’t trying to rape her in a traditional way but what he does do to her
throughout the course of the movie is awful. His power trip as a blackmailer is
unforgiveable, so I don’t give a sweet crystal shit if he eventually helps her
in the long run.
Aside from my personal irritation with the story, this
movie has a lot going for it. I like the brooding, myopic, and claustrophobic
view of Rinko’s life. When it gets strange, it gets astonishingly strange and
yet it never deviates from its tone. Even after it goes on these wacko tangents,
the viewer is still trapped in this wet world of miserable dickheads. It’s
constantly raining in the kinky little town where A Snake of June takes place and there’s not a dry
seat in the house.
Believe it or not, I very much appreciate Tsukamoto's work. It goes without saying that his contribution to Japanese cinema is something that folks will be discussing forever. I'll just leave you with one more thought. In the corner
of my notes on this film I wrote the phrase: “Blow monkeys. Hello. I’m smelly.” Not sure
what that means. Was that part of the dialog or something? Please let me know.