August 9, 2001 [Audition]
But what does Takashi Miike want us to do with Audition? Walk out?--OK, sure thing, even though the last few minutes make walking the kind of joke they tell during coffee breaks in Hell. Does he want us to accept moral uncertainty as the kind of knot cut only with a wire saw? Are we supposed to eat this vomit to stay alive? Must we hope it's all a dream?--and if it is, if it's all a dream, that's no comfort--because where can we go? To what could we awake?
The sound we made during Audition was despair, the exhausted admission that we watched it and knew it was the picture Miike wanted us to see--and the one we wanted to finish. But I never want to see it again. If I do, all I can hope for is that I do so out of amnesia--and that I'll know to lurch forward in the sack he's bundled me into and get out, somehow.