Add The Night is Short, Walk On Girl to the canon of “great drinking movies.” The characters here drink more liquor than any mortal human could possibly imbibe without dying, much less without blacking out; they also have better adventures than most of us do when under the influence, though most of us don’t do the sophist dance when we get blotto. (Maybe we should.) Most of us also don’t live in Kyoto, which is apparently a magical place for drinking.
Anyways, the movie’s good, so I reviewed it for Paste Magazine.
A Constant Visual Feast 