Film rating: 2.5/5
Walkouts: 2/5
Pretentious clapping at credits: 4/5
BPM sighting: No
Did I say that Takeshis’ was weird? That was before I had Funky Forest: The First Contact as a reference point for Japanese cinematic oddity. This film was about what it would be like to channel surf as an alien. It contained innumerable skits, some narratively related in a party-drug dream-like way. I enjoyed it because it was funny and outrageous but at times the sexualised alient bits were somewhat on the gross, discomfiting end of the spectrum and made me wonder about the kinds of minds that came up with it…
The humour was a mixture of the bizarre, slapstick, sexually inappropriate and senselessly violent and the laughter in the audience was more often the “I can’t believe someone pitched this idea and got funded to film it” kind.
There were a few poignant moments of contact with our inner child, our inner loser, our inner wannabe-Japanese-DJ; but it was contact with our inner alien that this film was all about.
