Now is the winter of our discontent, made exploitative by this son of the blogosphere

Kicking off a tad later than anticipated – thanks to a combination of (a) social engagements, (b) illness and (c) the vagaries of my internet service provider – 2011’s Winter of Discontent starts here.

Assuming the dearth of (a), the forbearance of (b) and the cooperation of (c), we’ll be seeing out the year on The Agitation of the Mind with a smorgasbord of horror, controversy, violence, filth, revenge and general nastiness, every bit of it selected to demonstrate the bilious depths of man’s inhumanity to man and the reprehensible lengths that a film crew, a masochistic cast and a zero budget are willing to go in order to prod their audience into howls of protest.

In other words, welcome back.

Tomorrow, we’ll be get things started in fine style with a look at a particularly fucked up work of Japanese cinema, redolent in incest, troilism and a demonstrable reality/unreality dysfunction.