Hideo Jojo recaptures the essence of classic slashers to present Jiro Sato as a cursed killer whose chaos is his main weapon. Facing him, a veteran police officer tries to bring order to a spiral of violence that keeps the viewer on edge. However, the film alternates moments of genuine tension with narrative stretches that break its cohesion, leaving an entertaining but unbalanced experience.
Hideo Jojo's direction: hits and visible seams 🎬
Jojo opts for a staging that privileges the immediacy of violence, using close-ups and a nervous editing style to reflect the killer's mind. Sato's unrestrained performance is the film's engine, but the script does not sustain that pace. Transitions between action scenes and character development feel abrupt, and some expository dialogue slows the momentum. Technically it delivers, but the lack of a solid narrative arc weighs down the whole.
The perfect killer... to forget about the dirty dishes 🔪
Jiro Sato has the energy of someone who hasn't slept in three days and has been drinking machine coffee. His chaos is so unpredictable that one wonders if the screenwriter lost sight of him too. While the cop chases him, the viewer can play a guessing game as to whether the next scene will make sense or be a narrative fake-out. Ideal for watching at home, where you can pause and ask yourself: what did that have to do with anything?