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Audition
(1999) |
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Miike's film has been seen as an attack on Japanese men and the docile, sub-servient position imposed upon their females. The final torture sequence certainly adds fuel to the fire with Asami carrying out what can only be perceived as a systematic vengeance/destruction of the male race. But for all the feminist symbolism musings, the real ace up Miike's sleeve for this film is not the graphically brutal imagery of the films climax, but the sheer genius and mastery of his build up. |
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If you have chosen to read either this review, or anyone else's for that matter prior to watching Audition, then you have already missed out on a significant proportion of what makes the film so amazingly powerful. Miike's film has become much like Hitchcock's (with whom he shares similar characteristics) Psycho. As a modern audience, viewing Psycho - we all wait for that shower scene. It's now become the trademark of the film. But before all the talk and all the hysteria the first audience to go into Psycho went in unaware. They were treated to the greatest trick a director ever pulled - the diversion sub-plot. Hitchcock's subverting of genres halfway through Psycho was a masterstroke of genius, but would he have been able to push the boundaries as much as Miike's film?
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The purpose of these scenes is to allow us the audience to get comfortable and relaxed. To make us believe that what we are about to see is the relationship between Asami and Aoyama tested by his under-hand means of seduction. But as with all predictable melodrama, we expect everything to be alright in the end. Love conquers all once more. And it is evident that Miike is all too happy with the knowledge that we will predict the path of his film flippantly discarding the unexpected. The sight of the audience waiting to see Aoyama find Asami and explain the situation, waiting for the expectable. Sure, Miike is all too happy with this. It's a sign that he has done his job in the best way possible. After all, he knows what comes next. All it will take is a sip of whiskey for our perception of reality to come crashing down in a hail of visceral, extreme imagery. We are the prey, and Miike is the predator, slowly stalking us the entire time, Miike has us trapped, with the protagonist, and he sure as hell is gonna make us suffer. |
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It is the power of this film combined with the delicacy of Miike's structuring that has kept me from even commenting on the bravura performances and the oppressive camerawork so far. A perfect compliment to Daisuke Tengan's taut, intense script is the cinematography of Hideo Yamamoto who observes with a cold distinctly Kubrickian stance throughout the scenes - there is little difference between the homes of Aoyama and Asami. The warmth that exists in the Aoyama household is not from framing, or from lighting but from interaction with characters. The cold blue of the hotel room at night pierces with a hidden menace - it is the juxtaposition of images conflicting with the seemingly romantic events that hints to us that all is not as it should be. From wide shots that express both Asami and Aoyama's loneliness and inner yearning, to the unbearable unflinching capturing of the torture in close up, some of the most intense cinematography is seen here. As a complete anti-thesis to Michael Haneke's infer all show nothing technique, this may be miss-conceived as exploitation, but this misconception couldn't be further from the truth. |
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