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In a local Ōji Station café they were silently projecting Austrian filmmaker Michael Haneke’s 1997 film Funny Games. It is an odd experience to be drinking an icy cold Sapporo beer, eating a tastefully spicy curry, and watching a father get methodically beaten with a golf club in front of his own child. Still, the curry was delicious and the late afternoon light streaming in the windows washed out the film projection in such a way that made it look not so much a projection, as an undulating and particularly violent portion of the wall. I ordered an espresso after my beer and settled in to study the murderous nature of some architecture.