<rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title>Shinya Tsukamoto - vo.rs</title><link>https://vo.rs/tags/shinya-tsukamoto/</link><description>Latest from the Shinya Tsukamoto desk at vo.rs.</description><generator>Hugo -- gohugo.io</generator><language>en</language><copyright>This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 4.0 International License.</copyright><lastBuildDate>Fri, 13 Dec 2024 12:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://vo.rs/tags/shinya-tsukamoto/" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Tetsuo: The Iron Man: Tsukamoto's Body-Horror Assault</title><link>https://vo.rs/screen/tetsuo-the-iron-man-tsukamotos-body-horror-assault/</link><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tetsuo: The Iron Man&lt;/em&gt; runs sixty-seven minutes, was shot on 16mm in black and white by a tiny crew over something like eighteen exhausting months, and hits like a cattle prod. Shinya Tsukamoto&amp;rsquo;s 1989 debut is the loudest quiet film you will ever see — a near-wordless industrial nightmare about a man turning into scrap metal, assembled frame by punishing frame in the director&amp;rsquo;s own apartment with a cast of friends who doubled as crew. Nothing about its budget or its length should produce something this overwhelming. It does anyway, and thirty-five years later almost everything that has tried to copy it looks tame.&lt;/p&gt;</description><pubDate>Fri, 13 Dec 2024 12:00:00 +0000</pubDate></item></channel></rss>