i just saw princess raccoon at the asian film festival in new york . the gentleman who introduce the film congratulate the audience on their fine taste . you could be at herbie represent fully load and he say with a smug smile and but instead youre here to watch seijun suzuki princess raccoon . the audience applaud and cheer . well let me tell you and i would have rather watch herbie represent fully load twice in a row . princess raccoon and an allegedly whimsical musical base on japanese folklore and easily qualifies for one of the ten bad film that i have ever see . it be so wretched that it wretchedness actually make me dislike other seijun suzuki film and which be quite a feat . there be such a vast expanse of thing wrong with princess raccoon that i hardly know where to start . perhaps it bad fault be be both aggressively unintelligible and mind bogglingly monotonous . if the reel get mixed up or if half of them get lose in ship the audience would not know the difference . if you do not believe me i dare you to steal a print and have someone run the reel in random order . if you can tell me which one go where i will give you every penny i have . the first third of the film feature a mishmash of scene and song ( include a cringe induce rap number ) and and image that do not seem to be relate in any way at all . horribly integrated computer animation be throw into the bargain and add yet another brick to the immense and and rapidly grow and wall of incomprehensibility . it wouldn not surprise me to learn that the writer write down any japanese folklore that come to mind of on a bunch of note card and stack them up and shuffle them and deal the card out on a table and and then write the script accord to their order . about thirty five minute into the film some semblance of a plot arrive on the scene . something about a shape shift raccoon princess ( in human form ) and a regular human fall in love . i hop that this be be a portent of the film be something other than a series of perplex scene and but no such luck . the film continue in the same absolutely baffle manner . i wish i have get out then and but i be trap in the middle of a narrow row . in retrospect it would have be worth the awkward scene . i be exhaust just think about the last couple of reel . i spend every moment hoping and pray that it would be over . every big dolly move and swell in music and or scene that look remotely like it be conclude thing renew my hope that the credit be about to roll . for agonize minute after agonize minute it go on . and on and on and on . finally and after dozen of false alarm and it cut to what i be sure must be an abstract pattern over which credit be about to appear . then and in defiance of all reason and it cut to another scene . how could i forget . the completely unrelated subplot concern a ninja be capture and urinate on and and boil in a soup hadn not be wrap up yet . i be never go to get those 111 minute back and but you can spare yourself the pain . unless you want to taint your memory or future enjoyment of great seijun suzuki film like youth of the beast and tokyo drifter do not see princess raccoon . i would have rather spend my time vomit .