Aaah... Suicide Club... It's just one of those films that is better felt than seen what with all the melancholic ultraviolence and the preference of implications over outright explanations. Take this key scene for instance: the Japanese musician known as Rolly takes the role of Genesis, an ego-maniac who does sick stuff to girls and animals just to get some media attention, and in the process encapsulates the everpresent nihilism of his surroundings - even though he has nothing to do whatsoever with any of the important events. I can imagine, if this film were made in the 1970s, it would have been the ideal David Bowie vehicle.