Terrific film. Yeah, sure, so the portrayal of Japan and its people is two-dimensional – give it up, that’s not what the film’s about. Tokyo is a shorthand, a way of nudging at that dissonance we all feel at times. Alienation brings it into focus; the film could have been made in Berlin, or Rome, or Reykjavik. Or Glasgow, for that matter.
Bill Murray is stonkingly good, Scarlett Johanssen doesn’t have a whole heap to do except smile wanly while wearing knickers, but that’s harder than one suspects, no? And Tokyo looks enticingly exciting, in the right sort of arm’s-length style. Plot mavens may notice that fairly exactly nothing happens, but it happens with such glorious style and surety, I was delighted to let the detail and photography infuse.
And the closing music is an old Jesus and Mary Chain track, for heaven’s sake! How perfect can it get? Mum, Dad – I’ll set you up with the DVD in due course, don’t you worry.
Now… where’s my copy of Darklands gone?