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Wednesday, September 08, 2004 

Battle Royale

Well, 2 weeks after JR lent me the DVD, I've finally watched Battle Royale.

For those of you who don't know, the premise of the story is that since Japan's unemployment rate reached a shocking 15% (I know, we only have a 10.1% unemployment rate here, so that's bad), and since 800,000 students boycotted school, Japan's parliament enacted the BR Act, which means that every now and then, a lucky class determined by impartial lottery gets sent to an abandoned island (not a desert island, since it appears to have everything from abandoned vehicles, to a clinic, and a warehouse in it) and, wearing collars set to explode if there is no winner in 3 days or if they try to remove them, they have to kill each other until only one student is left.

Kooky, but par for the course in Japanese cinema. And it's a wild ride as long as you turn your brains off. There is some attempt at characterization here and there, some effective, some not (the jogging scene was... uh). Actually a particularly effective scene plays itself out in the lighthouse... and I won't spoil it for the rest of you. Suffice it to say there's a lot of blood, a lot of violence, and a lot of Japanese captions a la Evangelion that drive certain pieces of dialogue home.

The thing that really struck me about the movie, though, is at the very end, during the basketball game flashback, where during happier times, the class wins some sort of championship.

The scene was entitled "Requiem: Class B (Friends)".


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  • Way too many of us are now enjoying the sorts of freedoms that our 1950’s counterparts couldn’t even have dreamed of. Hell, you couldn’t even read D.H. Lawrence’s “Lady Chatterly’s Lover” back then: that’s how repressed things were! It’s easy to forget what freedoms we now enjoy, but we should try our damnedest to be aware of these freedoms, because there are a bunch of bastards on the highest rungs of the ladder who would like to deprive us of these freedoms. They’d like us all to be blind, unquestioning sheep - little cogs in the big machine that they control.
  • Personally, I try my best not to be part of that machine. In my mind’s eye the machine is the epitome of all evil and I don’t want to be either a little or a big cog in it. I don’t want to participate in the running of this machine and would, if I knew how, happily sabotage it. I don’t approve of war. I don’t approve of the economic exploitation of the third world. I don’t approve of social inequalities. I don’t approve of the environmental devastation of the planet. And I don’t believe the lies that are told to justify these actions.
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