Kiyoshi Kurosawa’s Cloud

Ryosuke Yoshii is the kind of reseller who has a one-star rating on ebay (or it is fictional equivalent). Yet, people still buy from him. Big surprise—they often regret it. Unfortunately for him, some of his disgruntled suppliers and buyers start getting organized “in real life” in director-screenwriter Kiyoshi Kurosawa’s Cloud, which opens tomorrow in New York.

It is easy to see why Yoshii has so much bad karma from the first transaction Kurosawa depicts. Having commissioned a run of counterfeit medical devices, Yoshii renegotiates for a fraction on the Yen, because it would cost the small workshop more to have them carted away as rubbish. Then he sells the entire run to desperate buyers, even though they are worthless.

These sharp practices led to the creation of a large network of online haters. Starting to feel the heat, Yoshii uses his next big score to relocate to the countryside. Nevertheless, Yoshii fears some of his shadowy stalkers followed him to the boonies. Increasingly paranoid, Yoshii’s emotional withdrawal pushes away his girlfriend Akiko. He also fires his new assistant, Sano, but the former protégé remains loyal to Yoshii, for reasons that are never fully explained. Dano also happens to have a certain set of skills, honed during his previous employment as a Yakuza enforcer.

Eventually, Cloud morphs into a reasonably effective stalker-payback thriller. Nevertheless, it is remarkable how far this film coasted on Kurosawa’s reputation, including its selection as Japan’s international Oscar submission. Most viewers who are unaware of its pedigree would assume it is merely a small, grungy exploitation movie, because that is exactly how it presents itself. Indeed, this film is small in scope and rather shallow. However, the concluding action sequence is admittedly lean, mean, and relentlessly tense.

Masaki Suda broods hard as the tightly wound Yoshii, but his motivation and perception of the world around him often remain shrouded in mystery. Daiken Okudaira’s Sano remains an even greater cypher. Frankly, the characters act more like pinballs, allowing themselves to careen from scene to scene, rather than charting logical and deliberate courses.

Cloud is not terrible, but it leaves most viewers wondering is that really all there is? Essentially, it is a grubby little exercise in cynicism that falls far short of Kurosawa’s usual level of accomplishment. Just sort of okay, Cloud is not recommended at New York movie ticket prices when it opens tomorrow (7/18) at the IFC Center.