Watching Japanese schoolchildren go all Lord of the Flies at midnight in a cinema in Soho? Excellent. Costumes (including some very detailed replicants of those monstrous collars) and school photos? Fantastic. It's been 10 years since I last saw Battle Royale and it's fascinating realising the elements and nods that your teenage self missed, from silent movie blackscreens to the childish hopelessness of comforting your dying classmate with the words, “you're the coolest girl in the world”. Oh, and you could snag a suitably sweet and bitter Mitsuko-themed cocktail beforehand too. Midnight Movies crew, we'll see you in Brixton.
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