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在一个平凡的夜晚，淘气的汤姆将杰瑞用绳子拴起来，自顾自靠在沙发上玩起了老鼠溜溜球。这时，女主人的声音响起。主人命令汤姆去外面睡觉，可是窗外漆黑一片，而且下起了瓢泼大雨。汤姆极度郁闷，迈着沉重的步伐走向大门口。突然，女主人的一句话启发了他，他假装感冒，终于得到主人的怜悯，得以在屋中睡觉。杰瑞将一切看在眼里，他想方设法整治这个狡猾的老对头。小老鼠找来红色的墨水点在汤姆的脸上，造成汤姆感染麻疹的假象。汤姆大为震惊，倍感不适。而杰瑞则诡计频出，一会儿为汤姆吃药，一会儿给他降温一会儿又为他取暖，将汤姆折腾得不亦乐乎……

本片改编自推理小说家知念实希人的同名小说，背景设定在被铁栅栏封闭的原精神科医院，讲述在监狱里发生了监禁64名身份不明的住院患者和职员的事件，被牵连的速水(坂口饰)在医院内接连遇到不可思议的事情，并试图逃出的故事。

从前，有三只红、黄、白小蝴蝶，它们从来都和睦相处。有一天，三只小蝴蝶正在玩耍，突然下起了雨。三只小蝴蝶继续飞，飞到了一朵红花面前，说：“红花姐姐，我们可以到你的花瓣下避雨吗？”红花姐姐说：“可以啊，红蝴蝶可以进来避雨，其他的蝴蝶走开！”红蝴蝶说：“不，不！我要和我的朋友们在一起！”接着，三只小蝴蝶继续飞啊飞啊，飞到了一朵黄花面前，说：“黄花姐姐，我们可以到你的花瓣下避雨吗？”黄花姐姐说：“可以啊，黄蝴蝶可以进来避雨，其他的蝴蝶走开！”黄蝴蝶说：“不，不！我要和我的朋友们在一起！”三只小蝴蝶又继续的飞啊飞啊，飞到了一朵白花面前，说：白花姐姐，我们可以到你的花瓣下避雨吗？”白花姐姐说：“可以啊，白蝴蝶可以进来避雨，其他的蝴蝶走开！”白蝴蝶说：“不，不！我要和我的朋友们在一起！”太阳公公看到了，被三只小蝴蝶的作为感动了，它赶走了乌云，赶走了雨婆婆，天空晴朗起来了。三只小蝴蝶继续玩耍起来了……

*Shinjuku Mad* was one ofKoji Wakamatsu's six films from 1970. Grim and gritty, stark and steady, burdened with anti-moralizing, generously padded with sex, and totally redeemed by a soundtrack that needs to be released NOW. I knew nothing about this film, loading it up on to my laptop, and every last one of this film's sixty-sixty minutes kept me riveted.Bear with me. The film opens with the band cycling through a jazzy rave-up, the black and images depict dead Japanese throughout a modern city. From the alleyways of the slums, to center of the park, you catch glimpses of bodies everywhere. This introduction is capped off by a lingering shot of a blood-soaked naked woman, face down. By this point, the band has reached a sort of peak. There's a cut, the band changes the direction of the song a bit, and then we're treated to a series of exterior shots from downtown, the lunch hour, maybe. You see a lot of storefronts and stairwells, people moving about. All of the people in these splices are done in negative image.What follows can only be described as harrowing. After the credits, the reel switches to color. We're treated to the on-screen stabbing of a young man in a toga, his attackers strip his special lady-friend of her toga, spend about two minutes smearing her breasts with still-warm blood, and then take turns raping her. She doesn't seem to put up much of a fight. The scene is lensed with all of the enthusiasm of a television spot for a whole foods market.Well, that's a fucked up way to start a movie. If you're still reading, I'll have you know the brutality eases up a little, but the camera's tendency to seek out each scene's more lurid details is relentless. The band never lets up, either. Another constant feature of the film is the protagonist's alienation from society. That's a pretty dated-concept, in a way. This film is cashing in on what could loosely be called the Existential demographic in 1970's Japan. Parts of it could have been written by Oe. Others by Mishima. It definitely, at times, addresses a bit of that lingering air of revolution, but more on that later.The father of the kid stabbed in Technicolor shows up in the nest reel, in the same apartment his son was murdered in. This confused, grieving father asks a totally baked Shoko Asahara for information about the events leading up to his son's death. The long-haired no-goodnik is toking on a Sharpie-sized doobie. He gets so fucking high he passes out and the dad is left there in the empty apartment, getting a major contact-buzz.So, the plot is basically that kind of exchange in larger and larger settings, intercut with glorious shots of the disillusioned father walking through industrial slums. The father, searching for the "Why" to his son's death goes on his quest and pisses just about everyone he comes into contact with off. He goes into subway stations and totally kills some beatniks' buzzes. Then he bullies a Hare Krishna ROCK AND ROLL SUPERSTAR and his belly-dancing percussionist at a park. Then he heads off to a bar, and we're treated to what must have been Tokyo's Greatest Garage Band getting low-down and sleazy here. This scene pretty much sums up what the film is about. As you dig the scuzz and the fuzz, the camera catches all manner of degeneracy and wanton reefer-use. And the bar has no less than three groups of people making out. And they get excessive with the groping.Eventually, the father catches the ringleader of the vicious band of murderer-rapists. "Shinjuku Mad," is his name. After an unbelievably long and convoluted exchange between the protagonist and Shinjuku Mad, it comes out that Mad and the boys are rebelling against all of Japan. It's open season on everyone but them. His son was only a casualty, nothing personal. Their intent is to go on rebelling against society through random acts of violence against people and property.After going through all the trouble of finding Shinjuku Mad, the old man's mind is blown by revolution for revolution's sake. After a few pummellings, he manages to turn the fight around. He winds up leaving with a nude girl that had been tied to a post for the entire scene.He goes back to the apartment his son was murdered in to find his special lady-friend naked with six other dope-smoking cats grooving on free love and blue balls.He decides he's happier with Shinjuku Mad alive and kicking, the band is at another one of its high points, and the camera pans out to the railroad yard, telephones wires, and the bare sides of modern buildings.That was Japan, thirty-seven years ago.