I was in one of those terrible moods one Thursday morning and was seriously considering how being dead would be such a relief. Obviously, I have moved on.
That night, I watched a Japanese film called Suicide Club. It pretty much was about suicides, that I could tell you. But to be honest (and I try to be every single day), it was pretty pointless. Maybe I expected too much. Maybe I'm one of those people who can only follow linear storylines in films. Maybe I do not know how to appreciate great art. Or maybe I'm right, and Suicide Club was an interesting film for the first thirty-five minutes and a complete waste of time from then on.
I used to not understand why people would want to off themselves. The idea was strange to me. But looking back, I remember how I was more innocent then. Self-righteous. More sure of myself. Now, I think all I have become, is more respectful of people and the choices they make. Suicide doesn't seem ridiculous to me now. I have come to understand that for the people who have chosen to do it - it was their solution. And there's absolutely nothing funny about that.
So I was pretty excited to see Suicide Club and discover for myself what all the cult following was about. Now I am certain that the people who liked this film would remember it more for its famous opening scene than for making sense. It's mean-spirited how the makers of the film sent me on what seemed like a wild goose chase trying to piece together a nonexistent puzzle.
It was fun reading reviews on this film on IMDb. Everybody seemed to have an opinion. Everyone thought it's non-directionality was artistic and was very comprehensible if you have been given a mind half as good as theirs. In fact, any one who thought the movie was senseless and without direction was regarded an idiot.
They say Suicide Club is a love-or-hate venture. I didn't love it. Maybe I'm an idiot. Maybe not.
All I know is, this idiot's not going to watch the sequel.