the smell of boiling rice

Bored, ripped off by my dealer, sifting my way through my massive Netflix queue. Watched Seijun Suzuki's Branded to Kill (1967) last night. It was pretty great--a nice combination of clever technique and humorous slapsticity. Plus, the last 15-20 minutes take a really interesting turn, that, for me, kind of made the entire film; the end was fucking dope.