A Korean in Japan, who sometimes thinks he's a chicken, works at a
slaughterhouse and is in a weird sexual relationship with a Korean woman.
One day in the street, he is attacked by a Japanese woman, and from now on
desperately wants to have his revenge on her - but instead becomes
obsessed with her in an erotic way, and when he peeks in on her
masturbating, he can't but masturbate himself, until he falls off the
balcony he has been hiding on to watch her. Somewhere I have
read this film is about racism and alienation in Japan - but that's only
ever apparent when you read the manual that doesn't even come with the
film. As a movie without viewing-instructions, Pig-Chicken Suicide
is pretty much about everything and nothing, it's bizarre, surreal,
brutal, there's just one thing that it isn't and that's good. Actually, Pig-Chicken
Suicide is one of these arthouse flicks that has set out to shock and provoke,
yet it's not thought-provoking, just features provocation for the provocation's
sake. Everything is intentionally so far-out, bizarre or even surreal the
film is basically unintelligible and refuses to open itself up to the casual
viewer. Plus, to be utterly shocking, many very cruel pictures of animal
slaughter have been thrown in for good measure - with no narrative purpose
though, they just seem to be self-sufficient. What a piece of crap,
actually.
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