Werft die Bücher weg und geht auf die Straße

It's difficult to describe this rare film by Terayama. I was lucky enough to track down a rare subtitled version of the film. Although the quality was faded, the film still had me glued to the screen. Trippy color filters and noise rock interludes of Sing along angst ridden protest music. The music sounds like punk rock, but the film was made 6 years before the punk movement broke out. The music of the film had to of had some sort of influence on the punk scene. The film has an unconventional narrative style almost like Gummo. Basic story is about a teen in Japan, who plays soccer and deals with his highly dysfunctional family. His grandma is senile, his sister loves her pet rabbit to the point of sexual obsession, and his father gets him a prostitute so he can be more of a man. Out of rage our protagonist runs away and hits the street. But the main story is broken up by random short narratives of various Japanese strangers, punk like sing alongs and psychedelic surreal imagery. The funniest scene has to be when a young girl and teen guy hang up a penis shaped punching bag in a public side walk area. The Directer Terayama was the founder of Japanese Avant-Garde style theater in Japan, Emperor Tomato Ketchup is his more well known film. This is definitely one of the strangest and best Japanese films ever made!!! 10/10

I like to take a chance with the films I watch - sometimes it pays off, other times I wish I'd just skipped over it. This film belongs in the latter category.

It really was awful... The characters are abhorrent, the dialogue is nonsensical, the use of green and purple filters is nauseating, It's just a horrendous viewing experience. Not to mention the scenes of gang rape, bestiality and animal cruelty, all accompanied by a cacophony of screams, wails and weird chanting, used simply to shock the viewer and further twist the dystopian society this film presents us with. The worst example of art-house cinema... I advise you to stay clear.

...The prostitution song was fun though ;)

I am not very familiar with Japanese cinematography. I think the number of Japanese films I've ever watched can be counted on one hand, and I don't remember being particulary excited for any of them. However, this one is an exception. From the first seconds, you realise that the movie isn't your ordinary movie that you're used watching on a week-to-week basis (it was actually hard to believe that such a level of meta could already be present in the 1970s, but hey, it's Japan we're dealing with here - there's nothing strange about them being 30 years ahead of all of us). After the intriguing opening scene, "Throw Away Your Books, Rally in the Streets" continues to pleasently surprise its viewer until the closing scene, which is nicely bookmarks the entire story... no, not the story - the performance.

This is why cinema is the superior art form. It started its journey in exactly the opposite way literature did. Literature was for the wealthy, educated people...then arrived to the masses slowly with more and more inferior books. And cinema started for the illiterate masses and relatively fast conquered the intellectuals as well. But that's what I'm trying to say, cinema was a more generous art form for humanity. It captured the human curiosity with a huge force.

Terayama should have instead just embraced and used every cinematic tool to enforce the idea that, comparatively, cinema is the more profound one because of its form factor, package and universality. He instead chose to place it at the same level with literature and condemn both, by association. It's all over the place but the title is something we always come back to, so we get the gist of it all. He places both categories of intellectuals (book and cinema) in the same boat.

Go outside sometimes and live life. Interact with your society, on all levels, understand it and make it better at the end of the day along with you, as an individual.

Surreal, experimental, loud, and chaotic, yet in other words, pointless, disjointed, perplexing, and unsatisfying. The epitome of style over substance. Filled with numerous overlong, inexplicable, and unnecessary scenes that tries so hard to deviate from linear storytelling yet at the same time failing to delve into it's main themes of teenage rebellion. I found it frustrating not to learn anything substantial about the protagonist, who oddly lacks screen time and remains nameless. Let alone his family. The surreal elements lack appeal and fail to provide significant artistic value, ultimately leaving me bewildered. Even the music fails to capture my attention as well. In the end, I was left disappointed. I really wanted to like it though.