五星战队大连者

乔·赖特(《至暗时刻》《赎罪》《傲慢与偏见》)将执导悬疑惊悚新片《窗里的女人》(The Woman in the Window)，根据A.J. Finn所著同名畅销小说改编，崔西·莱茨(《八月:奥色治郡》《伯德小姐》)操刀剧本。讲述女主角Anna Fox隐居在纽约家中，酗酒、看老电影、回忆曾经的美好，以及暗中监视她的邻居们。当罗素一家三口搬来后，Anna某晚透过窗户看到了不该看的东西，她的世界开始支离破碎，令人震惊的秘密开始显露出来。

影片敘述了一對流浪街頭的窮孩子，生活在社會的底層，卻有著人類善良同情的天性。成為江家班弟子後，他經常利用小聰明來輔助說明大家，儘管身上也有一些惡習，但他的身世卻博得了鄧律師的同情，並向他伸出援助之手，面對黑幫勢力，他們團結一致，不畏強暴，最終將他們一網打盡，此時人們驚奇地發現原來她是一個女孩子。

1974年4月某日凌晨3点左右，纽约长岛阿米蒂维勒区一幢三层别墅发生一起灭门惨案。雷安家的小儿子罗纳德趁着父母兄弟沉睡之时，用来福枪将他们一一射杀。事后罗纳德声称，当时自己的身体被人进入，身不由己犯下滔天大罪。虽然法庭最终为采纳他的辩辞，但关于这栋闹鬼别墅的传言却甚嚣尘上。一年后，事先毫不知情的鲁兹夫妇（James Brolin & Margot Kidder 饰）以极低的价格买下了雷安家的别墅。当他们搬进来不久，怪事便接二连三地发生了……本片根据真实事件改编。

*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.