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Hausu (1977). This incredible offering is a montage of splendid colors, wild transitions, and incredible editing, and that is all within the first ten minutes. Hausu is one of those movies that stands above and beside most of what cinema has to offer. Scenes that should be stupid are instead artistically delightful, each and every one crafted with a deft hand to look as if jumbled but feel as if perfect. It is akin to an R+ rated, psychedelic, Brady Bunch horror movie made in true Japanese style but fueled by a mix of mushrooms and crank. The story seems a mishmash of elements that should have no connection, but in further review are in tight cahoots with each other. The plot becomes an unnecessary element, shoved aside by all of the crazy movie shenanigans packed into this film, or rather cinematic experience. The effects were jaw-dropping by way of ingenious creativity. The score felt perfectly misplaced, a piece that seemed more at home in a sappy romance but that landed in the midst of Hausu through some cosmic design. How else could it feel so good? The acting, what can be said other than how these gals kept from busting into laughter during each and every scene is one the deepest mysteries unknowable by man. And where a lesser eye might not find value in such a cinematic endeavor, any and all movie fanatics would be shy of completion were this flick not to have graced their retinae.
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