
A definitive 5.8/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. Rhythm remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
If you like movies that feel like a long, slow Sunday afternoon where absolutely nothing happens, you might dig Rhythm. If you need a plot that actually moves, or characters who talk like real humans, you will probably want to throw your remote through the screen. It is definitely not for everyone.
Shigeji Ogino is on screen for what feels like a lifetime. He has this way of staring into space that makes you wonder if he’s thinking about the deep mysteries of the universe or just trying to remember if he left the stove on. Honestly, I couldn't tell.
There is a specific scene about twenty minutes in where he is just folding laundry. It goes on for so long that I started counting the shirts. I think there were twelve. Why twelve? The camera doesn't blink, and neither do I.
It reminds me a bit of the weird, lingering discomfort you find in The Student of Prague, though without the gothic flair, obviously. This is all gray skies and quiet hallways. It is very dry. Like, desert dry.
The film doesn't really build to anything. It just stops. It reminded me of the feeling I got watching Out of the Fog, where you expect a big reveal that never really lands. Maybe that's the point? Maybe it's just about existing.
I found myself checking my watch every five minutes, but I couldn't look away. It’s like a car crash in slow motion, except the car is just a man sitting on a chair. It’s weirdly hypnotic.
If you are looking for excitement, go watch something else. But if you want to sit in a room and feel like someone else is sitting in their room, this is it. It’s not profound. It’s just... there. 🎞️