Film

Perfect Blue

Name: Perfect Blue
Genre: Animation, Thriller
Released: 1998
Cast: Junko Iwao, Rica Matsumoto, Shiho Niiyama, Masaaki Okura, Shinpachi Tsuji

Perfect Blue is Satoshi Kon's queasy, hyper-alert thriller about a pop idol who quits singing for acting and starts losing the line between her old self, her new roles, and something stalking both. Animated with a live-action thriller's tension, it's tight, paranoid, and unnervingly modern about fame and identity — not casual viewing, it wants your full, anxious attention.

TMDb rating

8.3

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