🖤 Tetsuo: The Iron Man (1989)
dir. Shinya Tsukamoto black-and-white cyberpunk body horror // Tokyo industrial glitch requiem
“When the body rejects silence, the machine takes over.”
Flesh fuses with metal. Language breaks down. Sound becomes weapon.
Tsukamoto said the film is about “the process in which human beings become Iron.” Not transformation, but condition. Not metaphor, but mutation.
Watching Tetsuo is like getting tinnitus from inside the machine. Every signal is screaming. Every frame is a seizure. This isn’t a film — it’s an interference pattern. The song of silence, distorted beyond recognition.
→ Max from Pi would’ve worshipped it. → I might screen-cap this whole thing and use it as a zine backdrop. → If signal // noise had a fever dream, this is it. → Elsewound, this is the soundtrack.
