throw away your books rally in the street | TumblrSign in. Watch now. A young boys' coming of age tale set in a strange, carnivalesque village becomes the recreation of a memory that the director has twenty years later. A surreal, isolated village sees its inhabitants gradually leave behind their mutual traditions and superstitions as they leave for the city. Among them are two cousins who love each other and who get into a quarrel with other villagers. A young man, haunted by his past, travels the land in search of the lyrics to a lullaby his mother used to sing to him.
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Throw Away Your Books, Rally in the Streets (書を捨てよ町へ出よう, Shuji Terayama, 1971)
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Conditions have been better for the nameless protagonist: his grandmother is a shoplifter and his war criminal father and sister have an unhealthy, intimate relationship with the family rabbit. Shuuji Terayama Eiko Kujo. Ichirou Araki J. Seazer Itsuro Shimoda. As the opening sequence has the protagonist speaking directly to us, embodying an eager sense of freedom devoid of impositions so long set by society and looking for a release after so much time, I identified. Three scenes later after the furious opening credits, this same young man is seen running over a railway in an endless reverse-moving tracking shot constantly shifting from left to right with the soundtrack playing loud. The film ends similarly, but with him screaming, also over a railroad, but this final shot is more self-controlled, as his strength gradually weakens.
A new one every day. The film shows the disintegration of a poor family at a time when all society is trapped in its pursuit of affluence. Although this is nowhere near Matsumoto or Hani in terms of the integrity of film form disjunctions, it is nonetheless, a mostly captivating vitriolic indictment on 'Coca-Cola' Japanese modernity. Terayama engages in his usual cacophony of odd obsessions with sexuality and male infantilism and although at points superficial his reflexive critique reaches the sublime during the last 15mins of Brechtean re discovery. Crazy stuff. Terayama is the ultimate scream against conformism.