A.K.A. Serial Killer

(unofficial title)
  • Japan Ryakushô renzoku shasatsuma
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Japan, 1969, 86 min

Directed by:

Masao Adachi

Cinematography:

山崎裕
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English The unstable floating disjunction between words and images, absolute inadequacy of visuals as illustrations of text, endless surpassing of non-totalizable quantities of the potentialities of the camera over any discursive reductionism, the limit of the documentary and limit of all efforts for correspondence between thought and world. The nickel-and-dime psychologizing criminal-sociological description of an absolutely ordinary story "from adolescent delinquent to criminal" always and again shatters against the wall of the image and shows that the attempt to connect these two worlds is colossally pointless. The paradox of the infinity of the seen detail against the absolute generalizability of the textual construct. The uniqueness of the personal story is neither denied nor affirmed by the documentary detachment of the camera, which only captures public space and strangers - in this field of indecisiveness, everyone can find either the sociological search for the roots of the criminal's fate or the transcendent spirit of the criminal, which is absent and surpasses its conditions, which rather than its anchoring in that sociological story, dazzle the viewer with their total indifference towards it. In such a space, everyone is both an innocent witness and a perpetrator. The use of supremely cacophonous "abnormal" music only emphasizes the artistic core of any apparent documentary “with distance,” which makes one wonder whether it was not the aim from the beginning to create a visual poem. This is affirmed by nothing other than the self-contained shots of the camera, which turn the public space into material for the creation of paintings with its details - any attempt to objectify the individual always turns into the subjectivization of the world. In their apparent unity, however, the modern human being finds no reassuring pantheism, but rather a simple indifference of reality towards the individual, which, although dissolved in the image of the world, logically disappears therefrom. ()