If you loved Breaker, try Rusty Knife
A bridge between a film you've already seen and one most people haven't. Here's what they share, and what the second one does that the first one doesn't.
What Rusty Knife is
Shibuya alleys at 3 a.m., sedan headlights slicing neon rain. A prosecutor slides a yellowed suicide note across a desk warped by cigarette burns. Katsumata laughs, counting bloodstained coins on a mahjong table. Like eight-millimeter frames bleeding together, the past won’t stay cut.

