That’s fucked up. Slow burner, preps you you 90 minutes of romcom, for a final segway into trademark Takeshi Miike madness. The ending is very much anti-climatic.

A bored widower salarymam concocts a plan with his underling involving a Fake Audition as a glorified Tinder binge. Our protagonist finds a new wife in the CV pile, but he did not look the gift horse in the mouth, so he got bit. Hard.

Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger, her work is never over. She is only stopped by getting a taste of her own “medicine”. Good grief.

Crikey, just writing down the non-gruesome parts is bad enough. The rest is even more uncomfortable.


This is my place for ramblings about sequences of images that exploit the human visual limitation know as persistence of vision.

Ephemera of Vision