Simple, effective, for me the pacing was a little one speed. A great primer for the racing season ahead nonetheless.
We follow a PTSD ridden ex-racing driver come driving instructor, Shimao, around the gentle curves of the expressways of 70’s Japan. The blasting jazz soundtrack, over roaring engines and squealing tires.
Frequent flashbacks to a fatal Macau GP explain our protagonist’s vacant and subdued demeanour.
Hairpin Circus:
Jazz cigarettes, model airplanes, leaving your wife and new-born child to go street racing…
The yellow Toyota 2000GT, the lighting, moody. Wow.
