Review of Violence at Noon

Viewed on DVD. Restoration =ten (10) stars; subtitles = four (4) stars; cinematography/lighting = two (2) stars. Director Nagisa Oshima's what-ever-sticks-to-the-wall film experiment sans an exposure meter. A muddled scenario serves mainly as a vehicle for the Director to show off. Most of the photo play consists of truncated (due to Oshima 's use of TV-style close-ups in a wide-screen format) heads incessantly talking about suicide, sex, suicide, and, oh yes, suicide. To break up the monotony, the Director has the camera drift from side to side across the faces of speakers as if they are adrift in a slowly-rocking boat. The lead actor's character comes across more as simple minded rather than as a menacing sex "demon" (or crazed rapist). Lead actresses valiantly try to rise above the banal script despite being saddled with lines consisting of endless variations on themes of suicide (and sex). (Arguably the best line in the script is when a character laments that she has already had two unsuccessful suicides and she is only 20 years old!) While at some level this is meant to be a sex movie, nonetheless Oshima manages to leverage his repetitious direction into viewer disinterest followed by abject boredom-- despite throwing just about "everything" on the let's-shock-the-viewer menu into his mash-up (from hang-'em-high suicides to startling nudity to necrophilia, and on and on). Cinematography (wide screen, black and white) comes across as little better than a home movie with most scenes over or under exposed (the brightness of many exterior scenes may force some viewers to dawn sunglasses to avoid headaches!). Scene-to-scene lighting continuity is close to none existent. Subtitles can be a tad too long and have a tendency to flash by too quickly (the translator would appear to have only a limited familiarity with Kansai-Ben (Western dialog)). The film score is okay, but nothing great. Sound is fine. Recommend skipping this sleep-inducing ego trip! WILLIAM FLANIGAN, PhD.