Ogrish and metropolitan. I never realized Akira, his nervous systems and brainstems, was the Big Bang, and our dust living over and over. The first pairing of MIDI and gamelan. Nothing more manic than when the world falls apart. He had to bloat and die, because all bodies fail their components, and there was still time for that world to be alive. Two hours but feels like five, not complaining, with nasty pink polo shirts and killer fucking bikessssss.
Thank you, Amherst Cinema.