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About Kawasaki

I dig the hustle, tho—happy vibes when I see workers dodgin’ the system. Smart as hell, some madams run it like CEOs, trackin’ clients, dodgin’ cops. But the dark side? Pisses me off—exploitation’s a rancid stench. “You’re a dead man,” I’d growl at pimps, Vader-style, if I could. Girls trapped, no escape, that’s the gut punch. Surprised me how many think it’s all glamour—nah, it’s raw, messy, real.

Chikako and her family

From prostitutes to well more prostitutes and reluctant mob girlfriends, his next three films reveal a filmmaker in transition. Until.

But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, asking if I wanna hit up a bar later. I’m like, “Sure, why not?” So, I finish my ramen, pay, and head out.

How Ozu Created His Own Cinematic Language