Saw Sky Riders tonight. I'm a big fan of Oishii, for his bizarre (yet ironically formulaic) pacing and his focus on depressed characters and whether or not they ultimately find salvation (usually some degree of yes, in his early days, while definitely no in his later career).
Sky Riders is one of the slowest paced movies I've ever seen, and yet that's what makes it so beautiful. By the end of this extremely monotone film, you feel as dead inside as the characters do. If any emotional emerges at the end, it is a disgusting form of pity... a pity accompanied by happiness that you aren't the characters.
And yet, as usual, Oishii's film raises the question: how different from them are we really?
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