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1968年，正值全世界范围内的学生和工人反抗现存体制的运动风起云涌之时，在日本的千叶县成田市，三里塚的农民们为了反抗无视农民权益的新东京国际机场的建设，也举起了造反的大旗。这部作品是小川摄制组“三里塚”系列的第一部（整个系列共有7部作品，耗时8年完成）。以这部作品为契机，小川绅介和他的摄制组逐步确立了其“定点观测”的摄影风格。在这部作品中，摄影机深入斗争内部，拍下了以青年行动队为中心，与防暴警察武装对抗的情景。小川这样讲述这部作品：“所有的镜头都是站在农民中间拍摄的，我们从农民的视角拍摄，即使是在拍警察时，我们也是从正面，从他们的对立面，拍下一切”。在未获得当地农民同意的情况下，新东京国际机场公司在三里塚开始了新机场的建设。当公司在防暴警察的保护下开始进行土地测量的时候，当地农民以及支持他们的学生出现并进行对抗。工作人员以影片摄制组成员的身份参与到了这场斗争的最前沿，与农民和学生们一起抗争，捕捉到了许多赶来的防暴警察和机场公司人员的表情。本片真实地记录了这次斗争中很多场景的十分具体的行动以及由农民和学生所召开的策划会议，随着事件的一步步展开，对其进行了生动地描述。这是三里塚系列的第一部，其从根本上改变了七十年代日本纪录片拍摄的手法。

A cinema verité view of the day-to-day activities of policemen on the Kansas City, Missouri police force. The police are followed through a series of routine actions: locating a stolen purse, caring for a lost child, arresting a prostitute, and settling family problems.

根据陈耘同名话剧改编。 50年代，盘踞在金门岛的国民党军队经常对大陆进行军事挑衅，福建沿海许多和平的村庄被炸毁，许多村民被炸死。上级领导为了保证群众的安全，决定将学校的学生转移到后方。生活在福建前线的中小学生国坚、林燕、铁牛、小明、小华人小志大，勇敢刚强，从小对国民党军队的暴行恨之入骨。他们要求留下支援前线，并且像董存瑞叔叔要求参军时那样，再三向公社赵书记央求。但赵书记仍然不同意他们留在前线，劝导他们服从命令，并派一辆汽车将他们送往后方。机灵的孩子们在半途中佯装肚子疼，巧妙地逃了回来。在路上他们见到一个“形迹可疑”的人，一直跟踪到营部，原来是到阵地视察的解放军团长。在营部他们遇到了赵书记，孩子们向赵书记要求一定要留下来，并保证一边参加前线工作，一边努力学习。赵书记见到孩子们决心很大，只好答应孩子们的要求。在执行任务中，孩子们也难免出现一些错误，有一次年纪最小的小明负责坚守电话机，因为贪玩和胆怯在敌人打炮前没有及时地敲防炮钟，赵书记和林老师没有责备他，而是不断勉励、帮助他克服缺点。孩子们在炮火纷飞、硝烟弥漫的阵地参加修工事，运炮弹，帮助民兵看守监督岗，敲防炮钟，给解放军叔叔送茶水、送饭、缝洗衣服鞋袜，在狂风暴雨的黑夜，还为解放军叔叔烤干衣服。同时他们还抓紧学习功课，与后方的同学比赛。在实践中，孩子们锻炼成为坚强勇敢的小战士。敌勾结，并冒充小明妈妈多年未见的、从南洋回来的弟弟。国坚看出破绽，一面派小明向赵书记报告情况，一面冒险陪特务上军事要地狮子山，暗中监视特务的行动。由于公社党委的周密策划和孩子们的机智勇敢，终于将特务和暗藏坏分子生擒。敌人不断加强对我沿海进行军事骚扰，公路大桥被炸断了，为保证运输，公社党委决定紧急抢修。林老师为抢修桥梁在敌人炮火中不幸牺牲。孩子们十分悲痛，他们向团长献上红领巾示报仇的决心。接着，我军以猛烈的炮火攻击敌人阵地。突然，团指挥部通向三连的电话线被炸断了，电话员小虎受了重伤。在紧急关头，孩子们手拉手，以身体接通了电话。当三连的炮火又向金门岛发射时，孩子们的脸上露出了兴奋的微笑。

*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.