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‘Black Box Diaries’ Review: The Face of Japan’s #MeToo Movement Tells Her Compelling Story
There’s a scene in Shiori Ito’s searing documentary Black Box Diaries, in which the director, who is also the film’s subject, tells a swarm of reporters about trying to press criminal charges against her rapist. Like many sexual violence survivors forced into this ritual of public re-litigation, she is a model of what society has come to expect of courageous women. Her face betrays no emotion and she is dressed in the chaste uniform of the aggrieved: delicate earrings (Ito opts for pearls), a conservatively tailored blouse (a black button down here), and wearing little to no makeup (faint signs of blush and a single stroke of eyeliner).
Ito’s voice remains calm as she recounts the police’s initial refusal to accept her victim’s report and their arsenal of excuses: Sex crimes were difficult to investigate, they said; her rapist, Noriyuki Yamaguchi, the former Washington Bureau chief of the Tokyo Broadcasting System and friend to the late Japanese prime minister Shinzo Abe, was too powerful a figure to scrutinize.
Black Box Diaries
The Bottom Line A sobering doc about a courageous act.
Release date: Friday, Oct. 25
Director: Shiori Ito
1 hour 42 minutes
After a couple of months, the authorities abandoned Ito’s case and the young woman, a journalist in her own right, decided to go public. She held the aforementioned press conference in May 2017 and published a memoir five months later.
Ito’s actions — a rare move in Japan, where less than 10 percent of rape victims report their case — sparked a #MeToo moment in the country, forcing the nation to reckon with its attitudes about sexual violence, its perpetrators and its survivors.
Black Box Diaries, which opened Oct. 25 in the U.S., chronicles Ito’s attempts to procure legal redress. With its combination of diaristic iPhone videos, news reports, hotel security footage from the night of Ito’s rape and various audio recordings, the film is a visceral testimony of survival and recourse.
In its devastation and familiarity, Ito’s debut feature finds company among works that realize the power of survivor testimony.
An obvious one that comes to mind is She Said, Maria Schrader’s conventional dramatization of New York Times reporters Megan Twohey and Jodi Kantor’s investigation of Harvey Weinstein. Schrader deployed testimony in a striking way, using the actual recording of Ambra Battilana Gutierrez’s encounter with Weinstein to shift the film’s perspective and jolt viewers out of the comforting lull of fictionalized narratives.
Another is Chanel Miller’s 2019 memoir Know My Name, in which Miller, who was assaulted by Stanford University athlete Brock Turner in 2015, reclaims her identity from the anonymizing moniker Emily Doe. Like Ito, Miller’s narrative finds a galvanizing energy in self-revelation.
A more recent work is director Lee Sunday Evans and actress Elizabeth Marvel’s sobering play The Ford/Hill Project at New York’s Public Theater. That production, which recently ended its run, interpolates the hearings of both Anita Hill, who went before the Senate Judiciary Committee in 1991 to testify against then Supreme Court nominee Clarence Thomas, who sexually harassed her, and Christine Blasey Ford, who went before the same committee in 2018 after accusing then Supreme Court nominee Brett Kavanaugh of sexually assaulting her in high school.
The material power of the accused — conferred by a society more likely to side with perpetrators than survivors of assault — connects these works, which span different countries and years. Together, these women’s stories form an imposing chorus of damning disclosures, speaking to the difficulty survivors face when trying to tell the truth.
Most people in Ito’s life begged her not to go public. Conversations with her family and one of the investigators in the aborted criminal case, some of which are included in Black Box Diaries, reveal the depths of fear that nurture a culture of silence in Japan. These people are concerned about losing their jobs, tarnishing their reputations and the threat of violence that might come from Ito subjecting herself to an unsparing public.
Still, the journalist, propelled by the values that drew her to her profession, is compelled to try. Ito approaches her case with the same rigor as she would a news story. This method makes the doc easy to follow for those unfamiliar with contemporary Japanese society while giving Black Box Diaries the propulsive rhythm of, ironically, a procedural.
Many scenes show Ito recording phone calls, taking copious notes and sitting in rooms surrounded by highlighted transcripts and folders of evidence. As director, she uses conversations with her editors, lawyers and friends to give context for why a criminal case was abandoned, a civil suit pursued and the politics within Japanese society that have complicated every step in her journey.
Anecdotes gleaned from clandestine meetings with an anonymous investigator underscore Yamaguchi’s power. In one particularly implicative story, the investigator tells Ito that despite having an arrest warrant for the high-profile journalist, police chief Itaru Nakamura, who counts Yamaguchi as a friend, decided against it.
The details of Ito’s case, especially for audiences familiar with the narratives of survivors, echo stories that have become more common since the height of the #MeToo movement. The callousness of investigators, the craven police interrogation methods that seek to discount the memory of survivors by insisting the truth hinges on minute details and the vitriol of a misogynistic public are all on display in Black Box Diaries.
Where Ito’s film distinguishes itself is in the diaristic iPhone videos, which serve as a mode of confrontation for the director as subject. In these clear-eyed and visceral confessions, Ito the journalist dissolves and Ito the person comes into better view.
They reveal the chronic isolation of survivors and give space to the private demons that come to the fore when they aren’t required to mask their pain through calibrated outfits and steady intonations. They reclaim the idea of testimony, changing it from a public act to an urgent and healing private one.
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1986 Movie Reviews – Aliens and Vamp | The Nerdy
Welcome to an exciting year-long project here at The Nerdy. 1986 was an exciting year for films giving us a lot of films that would go on to be beloved favorites and cult classics. It was also the start to a major shift in cultural and societal norms, and some of those still reverberate to this day.
We’re going to pick and choose which movies we hit, but right now the list stands at nearly four dozen.
Yes, we’re insane, but 1986 was that great of a year for film.
The articles will come out – in most cases – on the same day the films hit theaters in 1986 so that it is their true 40th anniversary. All films are also watched again for the purposes of these reviews and are not being done from memory. In some cases, it truly will be the first time we’ve seen them.
This time around, it’s July 18, 1986, and we’re off to see Aliens and Vamp.
Aliens
Really, what can you say about a classic?
Set 57 years after the events of Alien, Ellen Ripley (Sigourney Weaver) finds herself heading back to LV-426 when a colony on the planet stops communicating with Earth. Teamed up with Colonial Marines, she is still unprepared for the new horrors she will find at the claws of the xenomorphs.
I’m going to do something I normally don’t do and talk about a deleted scene. Aliens, as it stands is a heck of a follow-up to the original film, but for the life of me I will never figure out why James Cameron cut the scene about Ripley’s daughter dying. For those unfamiliar with it, there is a scene after Ripley returns to Earth where she learns her daughter passed away at the age of 66, two years before Ripley made it home. She cries over the fact she had promised her daughter she would be home in time for eleventh birthday.
This scene does so much to frame some of Ripley’s decisions throughout the rest of the movie. This scene, when included, improves the film far beyond the theatrical cut and adds immense weight to several other scenes.
The theatrical version is great, the extended cut is even better.
Where to watch: Available to stream.

Vamp
The 1980s seem to have already been fed up with vampire films with far more of them tackling the tropes instead of being straight-faced about the bloodsuckers.
Keith (Chris Makepeace) and AJ (Robert Rusler) are rushing a fraternity when when the latter promises the frat a stripper for their party to help their chances of getting in. They head downtown and wander into a strip club that features a dancer named Katrina (Grace Jones) that they are mesmerized by and decide she is the one they need. Little do they know she is actually an ancient vampire.
Considering this wasn’t long after Fright Night, it seems everyone was tired of the same old vampire stories. If they only knew what was coming several years later.
It’s a fine movie, and I mean that in the sense of “it’s fine.” It doesn’t do anything that new per se, but it has some fun visuals and sight gags.
Where to watch: Available to stream.
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“The Odyssey” is Christopher Nolan’s Most Singular Film Yet (Movie Review)
Christopher Nolan delivers his boldest and most visually stunning film to date.
TOP FIVE OF “THE ODYSSEY”
5. Nolan’s Astounding Script
As a writer-director, Nolan has evolved in substantial ways over the course of his career. He has always been a strong, concept-oriented writer who could sell the ever-living shit out of a great narrative hook, but in recent years, he has reached another level of craftsmanship, especially when it comes to the emotional depth of his work. His take on The Odyssey has the unenviable task of condensing Homer’s sprawling, lyrical epic into a feature-length runtime, yet he manages to turn that challenge into a strength rather than a weakness. From the very first frame, Nolan engages in a fascinating conversation with the original text.
The screenplay merges elements of both Homer’s The Iliad and The Odyssey in articulate and insightful ways that should excite scholars and newcomers alike. Nolan’s film is so efficient that it remains completely accessible to those unfamiliar with the stories, while also serving as a fascinatingly complex and deeply thoughtful adaptation that will keep longtime fans captivated until the very end. Somehow, he accomplishes all of this while crafting one of his most personal works to date. The film is explicitly rooted in many of Nolan’s recurring thematic interests, including time, familial bonds, and the inherent guilt of achievement, while pushing each of those ideas to new depths. This is my favorite Nolan screenplay to date, and an incredible accomplishment.
4. The Insane Ensemble
The cast Nolan assembles for The Odyssey is as sprawling as Homer’s epic itself. The ensemble is a blend of longtime Nolan collaborators and newcomers, all of whom come together to form a richly woven tapestry of fully realized performances. For my money, there isn’t a weak link in the group. If anything, it’s remarkable to see acclaimed actors like Charlize Theron, Lupita Nyong’o, and Zendaya appear for only a few minutes each and still leave a lasting impression.
There are, however, several standout performances, particularly from Matt Damon, Samantha Morton, Robert Pattinson, Anne Hathaway, and Elliot Page. Each actor is utterly magnetic, possessing the screen presence and charisma to command Nolan’s signature IMAX frames in breathtaking fashion. Tom Holland also deserves special recognition, delivering what is arguably the best performance of his career. By the film’s end, it genuinely feels like he’s entering an entirely new chapter as an actor. Altogether, the performances are phenomenal, filled with emotion, pathos, and deeply affecting, soulful work.
3. The Horror Sequences
It’s astonishing how much of Homer’s epic Nolan manages to fit into this film without ever making it feel rushed or condensed. For me, though, the most exhilarating moments come when he fully embraces the story’s fantastical elements through a distinctly unsettling, dread-filled lens. The Cyclops sequence feels like Nolan casually inserted a masterful horror short into the middle of the film’s first act. Even more impressive is the Circe-centered sequence later in the runtime, which pushes the film into even more delirious and mesmerizing territory while employing a similarly immersive approach.
These sequences give Nolan the opportunity to apply many of his signature filmmaking techniques in entirely fresh ways. The craftsmanship on display feels deeply rooted in his established style, incorporating everything from practical on-screen light sources and a thunderous blend of diegetic and non-diegetic sound to his trademark cross-cutting. Yet, when placed within these mythological and fantasy-driven settings, those familiar techniques feel completely revitalized, creating some of the most visually and emotionally striking moments of Nolan’s career.
2. An All-Encompassing Cinematic Experience
Which brings us to the culmination of all this extraordinary craftsmanship: The Odyssey is simply a transportive experience, one that can only be compared to one other Christopher Nolan film, his masterpiece, Dunkirk. From Hoyte van Hoytema’s breathtaking cinematography and Richard King’s immersive sound design to Ludwig Göransson’s soaring score, every element of the film pulls you deeper into its world. Sitting in an IMAX theater, surrounded by this level of cinematic precision and commitment, while witnessing the remarkable performances and Nolan’s grand creative vision, results in something truly monumental.
It was a theatrical experience I won’t soon forget, one that felt epic in every sense of the word.
1. The Obscenely Satisfying Final Act
The final thirty minutes of The Odyssey feel like watching a magic trick unfold before your eyes. As gripping and immersive as the film is from the very beginning, it becomes clear that Nolan has been meticulously setting up layers upon layers of narrative and thematic dominoes, all so he can knock them down in spectacular fashion during the final act. The sheer number of satisfying payoffs that arrive in rapid succession throughout this closing stretch is nothing short of astonishing.
At three hours long, The Odyssey never feels like it’s wasting a single moment. Instead, Nolan creates an experience that makes you feel as though you’ve genuinely embarked on this journey alongside the characters. By the time the film reaches its conclusion and everything comes full circle with such precision and emotional weight, it’s difficult to put into words just how deeply moving it all is. I genuinely sat there with my jaw on the floor. It’s phenomenal filmmaking.
RGM GRADE
(A)
Over the past few decades, Christopher Nolan has established himself as one of the defining filmmakers of his generation. From early works like the critically acclaimed cult classic Memento to blockbuster landmarks like The Dark Knight and Inception, and most recently the Academy Award-winning Oppenheimer, Nolan has remained one of the most influential voices in modern cinema. That made the question of what he would do after winning Best Picture and Best Director for Oppenheimer especially compelling. What kind of film does a director who seemingly can do anything choose to make at the absolute height of his creative powers?
The answer is The Odyssey, an adaptation of Homer’s seminal, genre-defining epic. The choice of source material wasn’t entirely unexpected, given Nolan’s long-documented fascination with the story. He nearly directed Troy back in 2004 before pivoting to Batman Begins, a decision that ultimately launched the extraordinary run of films that followed. What is surprising, however, is the sheer ambition and fearless conviction with which he tackles the material. In a post-Oppenheimer world, Nolan clearly feels emboldened to take even bigger, bolder, and more daring creative swings. The result is a staggering achievement. The Odyssey is unlike anything else in modern blockbuster filmmaking and stands among the finest accomplishments of Nolan’s career.
Ultimately, it’s almost unbelievable that a film like this exists: a massive-budget, three-hour, R-rated epic that finds Christopher Nolan pushing himself further than ever before while embracing his unique storytelling instincts in deeply thoughtful and compelling ways. For a filmmaker whose work has often felt meticulously controlled, The Odyssey crashes over you like a roaring sea, occasionally threatening to overwhelm even its creator, yet becoming all the more exhilarating because of it. It’s a breathtaking, enthralling, and profoundly insightful cinematic achievement. I cannot recommend it highly enough.
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‘3 Weeks After’ Review: A High-School Field Trip Goes Off the Rails in a Skillful but Sadistic Serbian Shocker
The kids are not alright, or even right in the head in Serbian drama 3 Weeks After. This skillfully made but mean-spirited exercise revolves around a high-school trip to the countryside that turns extra dark when nearly everyone takes to bullying one kid among them: a boy, Zoza (Jovan Ginic), who just happens to have been the best friend of another kid they all bullied into committing suicide three weeks before, hence the title.
Imagine an especially vicious adaptation of Lord of the Flies or a remake of Gus Van Sant’s Elephant but directed by Gaspar Noé. Indeed, there’s even an extended sequence in which the teens get high and dance to techno, recalling Noé’s Climax. Unfortunately, 3 Weeks is way less fun and has a sadly deflated final stretch. More importantly, for all that director Miroslav Terzic (Redemption Street, Stitches) has talked up basing this loosely on actual events and discussing peer-on-peer violence with his young cast, the film offers an absurdly bleak portrait of Gen Z that just doesn’t ring true.
3 Weeks After
The Bottom Line Nasty beyond belief.
Venue: Karlovy Vary Film Festival
Cast: Jovan Ginic, Klara Karaulic, Andjela Alavirevic, Tihana Lazovic, Branislav Trifunovic, Andrija Markovic
Director: Miroslav Terzic
Screenwriters: Vladimir Arsenijevic, Bojan Vuletic, Miroslav Terzic
1 hour 35 minutes
The picture opens with a sledgehammer of a visual metaphor: a building on a housing estate is fully engulfed in flames, but there are no firefighters on the scene, no victims screaming from windows, and not even any gawking spectators except for Zoza. Even he seems pretty unbothered about the inferno. Seemingly having had his fill of conflagration watching, Zoza heads off with his backpack, joined en route by classmate Darija (Andjela Alavirevic), who expresses her surprise that he’s going on the school trip to Bulgaria so soon after “what happened.” This traumatic three-weeks-old inciting incident — wherein Zoza’s friend Andrija killed himself in order to escape bullying from his schoolmates — is only gradually explained as the film unfolds, with nasty little details dropped like breadcrumbs along the way.
It turns out that Zoza was also somewhat culpable for Andrija’s death, although nowhere near as much as those who actually beat and humiliated the late teen until he could bear it no longer. As the kids sit on the hired coach in little cliques and subgroups, it becomes clear that they’ve decided Zoza will be the next victim, partly because he knows what happened to Andrija and partly just because he’s quiet, a bit of a loner and not a morally benumbed sociopath like the rest of the class.
At a rest stop along the way, head sociopath Milos Bogdanovic (Andrija Markovic), who has been banned from the trip while the circumstances of Andrija’s death are investigated, sneaks aboard so he can be with his queen bee girlfriend Milica (Klara Karaulic). Somehow neither the two chaperone teachers on the trip, flighty Viktorija (Tihana Lazovic) and lumpish Markus (Branislav Trifunovic), nor the coach’s driver notice Bogdanovic’s arrival. His presence is only detected when the bus is forced to stop on the way due to a landslide-blocked route and a tire is punctured while trying to turn around on the narrow mountain road.
Perhaps that’s all also meant to be further visual metaphors. Certainly, there’s very little that’s metaphorical about the way the script, by Terzic, Vladimir Arsenijevic and Bojan Vuletic, has Viktorija and Markus negligently putting on noise-muffling headphones as they go to bed in the sprawling remote hotel the whole party has checked into. Having spent a little time griping to each other about how awful kids are these days, they both make themselves about as useful as nipples on cockroaches by electively shutting up their ears. With no adult supervision (the hotel staff is mysteriously absent too, as it’s meant to be the end of the season), the teens raid the beer supply and begin hunting down Zoza, who’s lured out by the one person he semi-trusts.
As repellent as the scenes that follow are — especially one in which a child is brutalized out of frame while Milica scrolls her phone with a blank affect, complaining that she’s bored when the atrocity is finished — there’s no denying that Terzic and his team have skills. The chase of Zoza through the forest and caves beyond the hotel is well-wrought, coherently mapped out spatially, and filmed by cinematographer Damjan Radovanovic and his team with just enough light and the right filters to allow us to work out what’s going on. That said, this probably won’t be even faintly legible on a home entertainment system, let alone the handheld gadgets that kids like the ones seen here prefer to watch entertainment on these days.
But this movie isn’t meant for teenagers, or really anyone who has more than a passing acquaintance with young people of this generation. Maybe things are worse in Serbia, which suffered a war a generation ago that left deep scars, but it rather beggars belief that this cohort could be, right down to every single child, quite this pathologically cruel and morally bereft. Likewise, it seems very farfetched that the morning after every single one of them would be so catatonically hungover, passed out in puppy piles in their clothes with not a drop of vomit in sight, that they wouldn’t wake and hear the ominous things going on. Is it another kind of metaphor that Terzic cuts abruptly to black instead of showing us the climactic combustion we’ve been set up to expect? Maybe, but really who cares?
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