Japan is a pretty weird country. I've seen about a half dozen Japanese films from the past 15 years and they're all fucked up.
Tetsuo may be the end all, be all of fucked up Japanese movies. I get violence. Violence I can understand. Generally, I understand why it exists even if it is highly unnecessary or barbaric. Even people that live outside of Japan can be pretty messed up in the head.
Tetsuo can be best described as a moving grotesque. Something that should be at a circus, behind a sheet of some kind until the barker hypes it up so much and pulls the obstruction away. Then, the GASP! The horror and shock as they see the imagines of this many, over time, turning into this disgusting, awful-looking machination and bulk of metal.
The most obvious analogy is that man is becoming too wired and connected to technology. I prefer a slight alteration: That technology prevents movement and thought. Like technology is big, bulky football pads placed on a scrawny teenage boy. The boy can move and function, but it's tedious and plodding.
Still, prepare for the shock. It does not relent.
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