This movie answers the hypothetical, "What if Martin Scorsese, not Steven Spielberg, had directed 'Catch Me If You Can'?" In Japanese new-wave titan Shôhei Imamura's 1979 take on a 1960s-set true-crime tale, Iwao (Ken Ogata) is a bit of an overgrown kid—in his 30s, he's still playing pachinko and taking pocket money from his elderly mother. But he's also a remorseless borderline-sociopath who turns a robbery into a double homicide and then a spree, lying, grifting, and killing his way back and forth across Japan and hiding in plain sight. The Scorsese flavor shows up in some of the shots (especially some epic overheads) and the brutal violence and frank sex. Most of all, though, it's there in the moral relativism of the world Iwao terrorizes. He may be a cruel and ruthless killer, but his devout-Catholic father (Rentaro Mikuni) spends the film skirting a love affair with his son's comely young wife (Mitsuko Baisho). And then there's the time the ad hoc couple torture a dog to death (slightly off-camera). Iwao washes up at a seedy little hotel at one point, and the sweet proprietress (Mayumi Ogawa) takes him into her bed. But she is a procurer and a kept woman whose life has been ruined by her loyalty to her elderly mother (Nijiko Kiyokawa), a murderess and supreme creep herself. There is surely a critique of Japanese society smuggled in here for the culturally attuned to read.