Hirobumi Watanabe has sometimes cast himself in his films as a misunderstood, struggling filmmaker at the mercy of his own thwarted ambitions and the vagaries of the Japanese indie movie scene. With Techno Brothers (テクノブラザーズ) he shifts his perspective a little in delivering an absurdist satire on the relationship between an artist and the oppressive managerial forces by which they are exploited but are otherwise largely unable to escape.
In his previous films, the characters that Watanabe plays have often stood out for their motormouth quality often going on lengthy rants to a largely silent straight man but the total powerlessness of the titular Techno Brothers is signalled by the fact that they are never permitted to speak except through their music. The film contains several scenes of them standing in identical red shirts with black ties and sun glasses, each with an identical impassive expression as they play their 80s style synth techno music inspired alternately by that of Yellow Magic Orchestra and Kraftwerk. They’ve been picked by manager Hiromu who also dresses in a red shirt and sunshades but wears a leopard-print jacket over the top as if to make clear that she is the one in control.
Hiromu repeatedly makes clear that she believes Techno Brothers are musical geniuses destined to echo through time like Bach and Mozart but in the end she is only really interested in exploiting them financially rather than supporting the art she claims to have so much faith in. In a running gag, she takes them to several restaurants and orders enough food for four people but seemingly doesn’t let them eat any of it and tells the wait staff just to bring them tap water. Why the Techno Brothers allow themselves to be treated this way is a mystery with only the implication that they must really believe that Hiromu can get them career success and are too afraid of ruining their chances to stand up to her.
Hiromu tries to get them a gig with a local fixer who for some reason is a little girl (played once again by Watanabe’s niece Riko Hisatsugu) who only speaks through her assistant, played by Watanabe in one of several sides roles he assumed throughout the film. She tells Hiromu that Techno Brothers stink and they aren’t marketable locally because their music is out of touch with the times and people won’t understand it (echoing a description of his filmmaking Watanabe has given in his previous films). Boss Riko advises them to seek their fortunes in Tokyo, but though they may briefly leave Otawara they never get out of Tochigi and stuck playing a series of low rent gigs like busking in parks or entering what turns out to be a competition mainly for local children and other unsuccessful adult musicians as in the wonderful folksinger parody once again performed by Watanabe. On one occasion they’re hired by an eccentric orchid grower who wants to see if the kind of music he plays has an effect on the way his flowers grow.
For all its absurdity the film skews surprisingly dark in Hiromu’s indifference the safety of the band, wilfully starving them which apart from anything else would seem to be counterproductive in preventing them from being able to perform not that their performances require much in the way of animation anyway. She books herself fancy hotel rooms and sends them out on the street, keeping the money for herself, while denying them any form of individuality or autonomy. Even if at one point they begin to rebel or make a run for it, they are unable to escape her grasp entirely and are once again rendered mute tools of her own success.
Then again, it seems Hiromu has bosses of her own to placate and is also on the search for a missing sister though if she treated her like she treated the Techno Brothers maybe she requires no rescue. A brief post-credits coda hints at a wider world of dark corporate finagling the Techno Brothers may have no clue they’re a part of though a title screen assures us that they will return even if currently they seem to have landed right back where they started with little to show for their pains. In this perhaps Watanabe signals his position as an independent filmmaker locked onto a circular path of frustration and appeasement but also a determination to continue making art that people might not understand no matter what the cost.
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