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Kamikaze Girls
Someone out in the wide Internet suggested that I watch Kamikaze Girls (2004, Tetsuya Nakashima: Shimotsuma monogatari in Japanese), and I did--rather, we did; we watched it as a family--and it was very odd and very great. The protagonists have both escaped the dreary roles they were born into and created satisfying personas for themselves: Momoko, the daughter of a small-time failed gangster and a floozie who abandoned the family early on, has gotten into what she terms the 18th-century Rococo look, but which we know better as Japan's Lolita look: over-the-top frilly, fancy dresses. She's doing her best to remain untouched by life in backwater, style-compromised Shimotsuma, where she currently lives.
Momoko

Then there's Ichiko/go, timid and unpopular as a kid, who was transformed by a chance encounter with the leader of a girl biker gang into a confident, slang-slinging, head-butting, bike-riding tough.
Ichiko

Momoko advertises some of her dad's old counterfeit Versace/Universal Studios gear (two great tastes that go great together! with Versace rendered as "Versach") to raise some money, and Ichiko comes to buy it--and then insists on a friendship between herself and Momoko, despite Momoko's diligent attempts to completely ignore her. Ichiko is emotional and romantic, Momoko is cool and aloof (she offers Ichiko a cabbage at one point and tells her it can be her new best friend. Ichiko doesn't take it well).
Ichiko tells high-color [this movie is VERY high-color--as you can tell from the stills, it's actually supersaturated] tales of key figures in her gang's history, but it's Momoko, who's had a keen understanding of human nature from a young age (dismissing her mother with the advice that she go off and enter a beauty pageant, as time's a-wasting and her mom's life is passing by1) who proves the master storyteller, saving the day at the end (though she herself is saved by Ichigo's aggressive affection, which provides sunshine for the first shoots of outward-directed love Momoko experiences).
The side-characters are fun too, from Momoko's eyepatch-wearing grandma to the gangster known as "the unicorn," thanks to his prodigious coiffure.

Watch the trailer. If you like the look, you'll love the film. It funny and sweet without being cloying.
1Her mom takes her advice.
Momoko

Then there's Ichiko/go, timid and unpopular as a kid, who was transformed by a chance encounter with the leader of a girl biker gang into a confident, slang-slinging, head-butting, bike-riding tough.
Ichiko

Momoko advertises some of her dad's old counterfeit Versace/Universal Studios gear (two great tastes that go great together! with Versace rendered as "Versach") to raise some money, and Ichiko comes to buy it--and then insists on a friendship between herself and Momoko, despite Momoko's diligent attempts to completely ignore her. Ichiko is emotional and romantic, Momoko is cool and aloof (she offers Ichiko a cabbage at one point and tells her it can be her new best friend. Ichiko doesn't take it well).
Ichiko tells high-color [this movie is VERY high-color--as you can tell from the stills, it's actually supersaturated] tales of key figures in her gang's history, but it's Momoko, who's had a keen understanding of human nature from a young age (dismissing her mother with the advice that she go off and enter a beauty pageant, as time's a-wasting and her mom's life is passing by1) who proves the master storyteller, saving the day at the end (though she herself is saved by Ichigo's aggressive affection, which provides sunshine for the first shoots of outward-directed love Momoko experiences).
The side-characters are fun too, from Momoko's eyepatch-wearing grandma to the gangster known as "the unicorn," thanks to his prodigious coiffure.

Watch the trailer. If you like the look, you'll love the film. It funny and sweet without being cloying.
1Her mom takes her advice.
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But of course Ichiko is right and she and Momoko do become great friends. And I love that they both have such complicated personalities:Ichiko tries so hard to be tough, but she still has these moments when her inner little kid enthusiasm comes bursting out, and Momoko has surrounded herself in frilly soft sweetness but she's actually cold as ice. At least, till she begins to melt a bit for Ichiko.
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Yeah, good film :-)
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I wonder if he listens to the Leningrad Cowboys.
That sounds like a delightful movie. Thank you!
Leningrad Cowboys
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I actually once hopped on a train (well, two, you have to transfer once out of Tokyo on the most direct route) and visited Shimotsuma just because of this movie (I didn't have the heart to tell the fearless old dude who wanted to practice his English why I was really on the train, I let him think I was an English teacher). It really was the station in the movie, only difference is that the monitor was busted when I visited.
On the other hand, it didn't seem that inaka, just kind of bland almost-suburban. Two platforms! No wanman trains there. Apparently there's a section in the book where Momoko actually thinks "Shimotsuma isn't so bad! We have two platforms... Wait? What am I saying? Aaaah."
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"Shimotsuma isn't so bad! We have two platforms... Wait? What am I saying? Aaaah." --Perfect.
Three cheers to you for making the journey! Did you walk around while you were there? Did you see the Jusco in the distance? How about the Buddha?
My daughter's teaching in a Kansai place that's pretty much equivalent to Shimotsuma. Not dō-inaka, but that sort of weird empty suburban on the outskirts of nowhere.
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I was more of a Donki shopper when I needed cheap stuff, though.
As for my LJ... Well, it'll be there until they close LJ down, I have a permanent account. Mostly ignored, though, I read people through RSS these days, so the only non-public posts I ever see are my wife's.
Found this: http://doubt72.livejournal.com/222485.html