Imagine "Silence of the Lambs" remade with Inspector Clouseau as the lead detective -- except the film is supposed to be serious. Because that's what this is -- Japan's dumbest detective on the trail of a gruesome serial killer.
You could make a drinking game out this film by taking a drink every time the protagonist lets the killer get away. Wait, that might result in acute alcohol poisoning, so you'd better limit the game to every time the detective falls down in the street.
I understand why lazy filmmakers use contrivances to advance the plot, but this is taking it to the extreme.
You could make a drinking game out this film by taking a drink every time the protagonist lets the killer get away. Wait, that might result in acute alcohol poisoning, so you'd better limit the game to every time the detective falls down in the street.
I understand why lazy filmmakers use contrivances to advance the plot, but this is taking it to the extreme.