Louder! I Can’t Hear What You’re Singin’, Wimp! review

Somewhere between Aggretsuko, A Star Is Born and Benny Hill shenanigans exists Satoshi Miki’s Louder! I Can’t Hear What You’re Singin’, Wimp!. An utterly delightful blend of headbanger rambunctiousness and proper coming-of-self sweetness. Open yourself to an international cinematic mindset that never takes itself seriously enough to abandon lively party vibrations that are assertively “silly,” but float by with effervescent dreamlike appeal. The kind of filmmaking that pushes back against realism with zany slow-motion camera pans and theatrical overreactions – ’60s disco wigs and Nicolas Cage jokes – in a way that’s reminiscent of circus hijinx meet Apatow-era oddities. Except more eccentric and farther-flung still?

Trust me, Miki’s title is everything you need to know before going in. Loud, proud and scored by plenty of crankable tunes worth audience uproars.

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