Directed by:
Kiyoshi KurosawaScreenplay:
Kiyoshi KurosawaCinematography:
喜久村徳章Composer:
ゲイリー芦屋Cast:
Kōji Yakusho, Masato Hagiwara, Yukijirō Hotaru, Ren Ōsugi, Tarō Suwa, Makoto Togashi, 田中哲司, 洞口依子, 大鷹明良, Masahiro Toda, Kae Egawa, Kae MinamiVOD (1)
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A wave of gruesome murders is sweeping Tokyo. The only connection is a bloody X carved into the neck of each of the victims. In each case, the murderer is found near the victim and remembers nothing of the crime. Detective Takabe and psychologist Sakuma are called in to figure out the connection, but their investigation goes nowhere. An odd young man is arrested near the scene of the latest murder, who has a strange effect on everyone who comes into contact with him. Detective Takabe starts a series of interrogations to determine the man's connection with the killings. (Criterion)
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A perfect Japanese mysterious thriller with a great atmosphere that builds up slowly, and an interesting story. The premise reminds me a little of one of the very good episodes of The X-Files (Pusher, from the third season). The ending, as in most Asian thrillers, left me flabbergasted – what is that supposed to mean? The Asians really know how to do ambiguous tension. And even though I prefer to know, or at least to guess, where I’m standing with a film, this approach also has something going on for it. Either way, this film is worth recommending, if only for its oppressive atmosphere. ()
The blazing little fish Dory on her way to your head... The oppressive noises, disturbing sounds, and interiors so stark that a prison cell almost looks the same as a detective’s kitchen. Kurosawa keeps the audience at a distance from the cold ellipse of violence and despair, and when he occasionally tries surrealism, he almost loses them. Kojī Yakusho, on the other hand, is drawn into the whirlwind of events and washing machines running empty, doing quite the opposite. Perhaps the waitress didn’t go to cut sushi at the end, did she? ()
Kiyoshi Kurosawa already intrigued me with his film Kairo, which was shot in a similarly depressive spirit. Cure, however, has a better, more interesting story and truly excels in its progression, which becomes darker and darker, weighing increasingly on the viewer until it culminates in a finale that really shakes them. If Japanese films were more accessible in Europe, perhaps we would finally understand that there's no reason to fear them, and instead we would realize why they are worth admiring. ()