Told with the sexual tension of a fistful of sun-dried aardvark shit being thrown against a wall, A SNAKE OF JUNE tells the surreal and blue-coloured story of a creepy dude (who might or might not have a robotic vacuum hose for a penis) who is stalking an unhappily married couple. The wife is extremely sexually repressed (it's never explained why, but, I suspect, it has something to do with the fact that when she finally does have an orgasm...it sounded more like she was giving birth to a fully grown porcupine, than having pleasure.). The husband is a weak-dick nerd who has no idea how to fuck properly. It's sad.
Anyway, so this stalker dude blackmails the wife into doing solo sexual stuff in public and then kidnaps and beats the husband into finally being more manly...or something. I don't know. I watched the film twice and I felt like I was drifting in and out of consciousness both times. Maybe it had something to do with all the sleeping pills I took, but who knows. Anyway, ASOJ wasn't terrible, it just wasn't my cup of tea (at the time I watched it). I normally like Shinya Tsukamoto more than this. I kinda wish A SNAKE OF JUNE had been even weirder and more frantic. Different casting of the married couple wouldn't have hurt things either. They were both boring to look at.
Worth a viewing for fans of avant-garde cinema.
