Film

A Taxing Woman

Name: A Taxing Woman
Genre: Comedy, Crime
Released: 1987
Cast: Nobuko Miyamoto, Tsutomu Yamazaki, Masahiko Tsugawa, Yasuo Daichi, Kinzō Sakura

A 1987 Japanese comedy-crime film where a relentless tax investigator pursues a slippery millionaire hiding his wealth through a chain of love hotels. It's a battle of wits wrapped in deadpan humour and bureaucratic absurdism, sharply satirising corruption and greed. For anyone who loves clever procedurals with teeth and a wicked sense of fun.

TMDb rating

3.4

Should you watch it?

Watch it if you enjoy sharp, dry satire where the pleasure is in two smart people circling each other, and the tax paperwork becomes a kind of cat-and-mouse thriller.

Skip it if you want a brisk plot or a clear moral arc, since this is a leisurely, talky film that takes its time making its points and rarely hurries.

What it asks of you: Expect just over two hours of patient, talkative scenes, with comic beats that land quietly and a lot of ledgers, bank records and bluffing to follow.

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