An unrequited girls' love story that spins biker gangs and a love of frilly dresses into a fun romp, Kamikaze Girls creates a candy-colored Japan that's hardly more real than a dream but is excellent enough company for its brisk passage across the screen.

The baby-faced teen whose self-centered musings and obsessions make up the bulk of the film, Momoko Ryugasaki (Kyoko Fukada) lives in Shimotsura, what she thinks of as the most remote, podunk corner of Japan. It's a land of small farms and small-minded people more interested in getting a bargain than wearing interesting clothes, a fact that horrifies the fashion-obsessed Momoko to no end. She dreams of living in 18th century France, and rhapsodizes endlessly about the Rococo era, which in her gauzy imaginings seems to be a split between Dangerous Liaisons and an outré fashion spread. Thinking of clothing as an extension of personality, she's disgusted by the people in her hometown (who she imagines as being born and dying in tacky tracksuits) and is constantly working on self-improvement, thinking "When I see clothes I like, I want to become worthy of them." So there she is, walking the lonely roads in her frilly corseted dresses, demure demeanor, parasol and all, living only for her occasional trips to a haute couture shop in Tokyo, many hours away by train.

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