A Snake of June

Bizarre and kinky tale of voyeurism and exhibitionism. Tsukamoto's visual sense is fantastic and the lead actress Asuka Kurosawa is very sexy.

Weird experimental drama. Has it's moments, especially the ending, but otherwise not great.

Visually interesting, but, as with many Japanese directors, Tsukamoto seems to equate "incomprehensible" with "good", when the material really doesn't call for it (see Eyes Wide Shut for a good example of sexual psychology expressed with dreamlike imagery)

It's ironic that the first third of the film - which is the most straightforward, playing out voyeur/exhibitionist erotica - offers the most interesting thematic commentary on sexuality: just a few extra inches of exposed skin in the right areas can transform any woman into a sexually charged object of both scorn & lust. The rest of the film is crammed with visual puns & thematically, its only target is sexual repression & (as if u couldn't guess) how bad it is.

I was really intrigued and enthralled by the first have of the film and was interesting with where it was going. Unfortunately the second half completely shit the bed and the whole thing ended up being a struggle to finish.

A married woman is led through a strange erotic ritual to descend into her shame, firstly sexual but also concerning illness and mortality, through which she finds a path to freedom, but all this is portrayed in a very unsubtle and one-dimensional way that, despite the attempt at arty presentation, is content to tread familiar ground and ultimately has little to say. A decade later, GUILTY OF ROMANCE will explore similar themes, but in a far richer and more interesting manner: see that instead.

Impressive cinematography, depiction of the story.

Tsukamoto tackles sexuality with the kind of savage eroticism, cultural mysticism, and violent subversion last seen from Bunuel. The fact that I can argue this film, which appears casually to be about sexual deviance and fantasy, ends up being both a very feminist film and one of the best films about marriage I can think of, is highly radical, and cements Tsukamoto as a master of the form.

Passed by the skin of a teeth and just because of the visuals and the complex plot.

"Brief enough not to outstay its welcome, but too enigmatic for its own good."

Tsukamoto explores the relationship between a sexless couple and their sickly, photographer stalker. The first part has one of the most harrowing, upsetting "rape" scenes I seen. The way the film separates the parts into different genders and films accordingly is interesting, noting how women think of themselves as how they are seen, while men are more interested in looking outward at women.

The director of Tetsuo Iron Man tackles fear of cancer and intimacy with a healthy dollop of voyeurism to boot. Visually arresting, emotionally disturbing.