讲述了在中国传统“家庭”概念制约下的两代人的故事。当妻子发现丈夫与另一个男人在一起，她的家庭避难所就成了礼教的束缚。

泰石（在熙饰）是个无所事事的年轻人，他每天骑着摩托车挨家发传单，将它塞入钥匙孔中。如果过几天传单还没有被人拿掉，泰石就会撬开锁进去小住一段时间，在那洗澡做饭拍照。作为交换，他会帮主人家做些家务、打理房间。一次，他在一所空房子里遇见了一个被丈夫施虐折磨过的女人善华（李丞涓饰）。她浑身青肿，眼神里流露着哀怨。逃走后的泰石惦记着善华，再返回她家时，恰好碰上善华的丈夫在虐待她，他当即出手，带走了她。后来，他们两个人恢复到以前的神秘生活，结伴一起寻找空房间，虽没有言语交流，却彼此默契。一次他们进入陌生人房间时，发现一具老人的尸体，他们为他办了一个认真的葬礼后就在这件屋子快乐的住下。直到一天老人的儿子找上门来，他们被当作杀人嫌疑犯带走。泰石锒铛入狱，善华被老公带走。但是故事并没有在这里结束。

出身传统印度家庭的印度裔美国少女珊米妲（梅根·苏丽 Megan Suri 饰），渴望融入美国自由的高中生活，拒绝接受母亲不停灌输的印度传统文化，也疏离了同样有印度血统的童年好友塔米拉（莫哈纳·克里希南 Mohana Krishnan 饰）。她发现这位曾经的好友渐趋诡异，不仅随身携带空玻璃罐，不安地振振有词碎念，还散发令人不适的腥臭味。某日，塔米拉找上珊米妲求救，但珊米妲再也受不了她的奇怪行径，一怒之下打破了她手上的玻璃罐，没想到却因此释放出古老的印度恶鬼「毕舍遮」，让身边的人们开始陷入一连串无可预期的灾难，而恶鬼也正一步步向自己逼近……

*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.