this movie looks fascinating. although i have to admit that the additional information that was not in the paper about it’s being almost 3 hours long does make it a little more off putting to me. that’s a fucking long ass time to be sitting in uncomfortable movie chairs. but maybe i am willing to risk the numb butt syndrome. here is the imdb review of all about lily chou chou (although similar in title to “all about my mother”, i am still pleased with the lily chou chou part of it. a lot.):
“A harsh, almost 3 hour coming of age film, All About Lilly Chou Chou takes a number of real happenings in Japan-juvenile rape, violence, degradation, murder and pop idol fixation-and throws them together for effect. It centers on Ichihara, the persecuted protagonist who eventually finds himself atop a group of persecutors. He’s in adult situations, but doesn’t have adult faculties, and any grown-up that could help him escape the escalating sadomasochism of his friends is too clueless or apathetic to help. Ichihara fixates on Lilly Chou Chou, a Marilyn Manson/the Cure/Nirvana/Tori Amos figure whom he thinks embodies his disillusionment with his unfolding life. When he finds that his best friend/tormentor shares his love of Lilly Chou-Chou, it’s too much for him to take.
All About Lilly Chou Chou is embedded in the traditional avant-garde belief that film need not being pleasurable to be beautiful or effective. It’s a surprisingly graphic film, in fact, in some ways like Van Trier’s the Idiots, Pasolini’s Salo, or Wedekind’s play Spring Awakenings. All About Lilly Chou Chou is beauty that’s sought after. By foregrounding the filmmaking process and complicating the line between pain and pleasure, it forces the audience to be repulsed, enamored, whatever. Presenting the film in traditional cinematic language wouldn’t do justice to the depth of the narrative. It’s a film for catharsis.
If All About Lilly Chou Chou has a savior, it’s art. Ichihara’s passion for Lilly is endless, and his only connection with other people is through her. The director is critical of the cyber-community of Chou Chou followers, all disembodied voices, but acknowledges that this is the only way for these kids to understand themselves and communicate their feelings to others. The cinematography follows this love affair with the healing of art. Beautifully shot on DV, moving from the public to the intimate seamlessly, and capturing subtle moments of transcendence, it’s a love-letter to filmmaking. And particularly the abilities of digital filmmaking, which is able to capture the processed, intimate, amateurish and technologically-filtered beauty that most First World children are used to.”
another review.
this is the most interesting part to me, the movie was “plotted online in a chat forum by hundreds of anonymous users, centered around a fictitious pop star, the disappearance of a nonexistent website dedicated to her music, and the imaginary “ether” from which her music springs,” (from above link). in order to make this movie, Iwai created a webpage about a fake pop idol in japan and tons of teenagers became obsessed with her and chatted online about her all the time. the movie incorporates live online chat sessions as part of the imagery that the audience is forced to view. new media is the fucking coolest thing ever.
soooooo who’s with me? i think it comes out in SF this weekend.
