Joining together such forces as American noir, Japanese gangster, the always enjoyable (see sarcasm) French New Wave, and low-brow comedy, "The Most Terrible Time in My Life" is a complex who-done-it that never quite leaves the ground until the third and final act. Attempting to keep audiences attentions by introducing random acts of violence (like the sliced finger and repetitive punch to the leg), our central story remains weak and disjointed. From the beginning, where a random detective (located within a theater) stands up for a seemingly weak mahjongg waiter, we just don't get enough information about the basics of film the why, who, where, and how to really care about these two "friends" next course of action. Our director leads us down paths which involve gangsters, missing brothers, misplaced marriages, and then into the dark void of nothingness, until the final act (which I will not give away), that makes you stand up, gain an once of respect for this film, and perhaps eager to see the supposed sequel.
With such a variety of different homage happening in this film, director Kaizo Hayashi has his hands full. After two viewings of the first thirty minutes of this film, I knew I was going to have my hands full. There is just too much happening without further detailed explanations. As an audience, linear is not the only option. One cannot complain about strong storytelling, intriguing characters, and a plot that keeps your mind focused on detail, but with "MTTiML" there was nothing of the sort. Hayashi replaces all of these important facets of cinema with cute images. Hama has a retro American car, he holds office in a movie theater that ironically dictates his life, and sometimes gets angry for no reason. There is also some back story about his mother, his sister, and an angry police officer that we are only privy to small flashbacks of. There was more to tell with this story, something that would eventually lead to that entertaining third act, but alas, there was nothing. As my eyes grew heavy, as Hayashi pulled further into a world that had no central meaning, I was ready to give up but then, that third act. Just watch this film for the final moments, where we have some central conflict, our black and white turns to color, and finally we have some music to accompany the images. That will tell you enough about this film to see the truth.
Overall, I cannot stand behind this feature. Within the second viewing there were hopes that it would become more connected, that our characters wouldn't just seem like cheap clichés of themselves, but it never happened. There were three to five great scenes that demonstrated the power of Hayashi's ability to control the camera and lead his actors, but those were nearly drowned out by the dull nature of the rest of the picture. The concept was there, it was the execution that was flimsy. One viewing, that is all you need it will either entertain or provide a good night's rest. You can be the judge.
Grade: ** out of **** (merely for that third act, one could watch those final twenty minutes again and again)
With such a variety of different homage happening in this film, director Kaizo Hayashi has his hands full. After two viewings of the first thirty minutes of this film, I knew I was going to have my hands full. There is just too much happening without further detailed explanations. As an audience, linear is not the only option. One cannot complain about strong storytelling, intriguing characters, and a plot that keeps your mind focused on detail, but with "MTTiML" there was nothing of the sort. Hayashi replaces all of these important facets of cinema with cute images. Hama has a retro American car, he holds office in a movie theater that ironically dictates his life, and sometimes gets angry for no reason. There is also some back story about his mother, his sister, and an angry police officer that we are only privy to small flashbacks of. There was more to tell with this story, something that would eventually lead to that entertaining third act, but alas, there was nothing. As my eyes grew heavy, as Hayashi pulled further into a world that had no central meaning, I was ready to give up but then, that third act. Just watch this film for the final moments, where we have some central conflict, our black and white turns to color, and finally we have some music to accompany the images. That will tell you enough about this film to see the truth.
Overall, I cannot stand behind this feature. Within the second viewing there were hopes that it would become more connected, that our characters wouldn't just seem like cheap clichés of themselves, but it never happened. There were three to five great scenes that demonstrated the power of Hayashi's ability to control the camera and lead his actors, but those were nearly drowned out by the dull nature of the rest of the picture. The concept was there, it was the execution that was flimsy. One viewing, that is all you need it will either entertain or provide a good night's rest. You can be the judge.
Grade: ** out of **** (merely for that third act, one could watch those final twenty minutes again and again)