Tuesday 15 March 2016

Blind Beast (1969)

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Director: Yasuzo Masumura
Screenplay: Yoshio Shirasaka
Cast: Eiji Funakoshi (as Michio Sofu); Mako Midori (as Aki Shima); Noriko Sengoku (as Shino)

Synopsis: After posing for a series of erotic photographs and installation pieces, model Aki Shima (Midori) catches the attention of a man named Michio Sofu (Funakoshi). Blind since birth, with his mother Shino's (Sengoku) help he kidnaps Aki while posing as a masseuse, taking her captive in their home. Inside his studio as a budding sculptor, a shrine to the female form and its individual body parts depicted in sculpture, he desires to create art for the blind by the blind, Aki the most beautiful woman to him from touch and form, desiring to use her as his subject even against her will. In a studio with giant prosthetic limbs on the walls, from a wall of eyes to a wall of breasts, and two giant depictions of the female in the centre, Aki attempts to escape by manipulating his naivety with actual women, only to set off what will lead to the ultimate pleasure and the ultimate pain.

Ero-guro, or under its full title erotic-grotesque-nonsense ("ero guro nansensu"), denotes an artistic style that on opposite sides of the same coin the sensual and the horrible exist within the same moment. This could be a troubling artistic for some especially with modern standards of political correctness with its fetishisation of death and sex within one another but at the same time, fitting the apparent paradox of the concept, it could as much fit modern standards of attitude in the acceptance of such concepts and growingly accepted sexual fetishes such as S&M, only taken to its most extreme as fantasy pieces. The most important part - in manga, in music, in art - of this Japanese aesthetic style, as with body horror and transgressive styles from other countries, is that in its perfect state, the ideal, it's not an exhibit for misogyny or crass depictions of atrocity and perversion but depictions of sex (Eros) and death (Thanatos) which purposely cause reactions to provoke the viewer and is inherently gender neutral. Even if it's still offensive to some, the ideal version of ero-guro-nonsense for myself as a fan would be indiscriminate to gender, an equal opportunity aesthetic for male and female audiences to take reactions from without a bias in the content.

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The other important factor, which Blind Beast also shows, is that it's not necessarily gore and intestines being thrown about that's ero-guro, something that becomes apparent even as an amateur in my knowledge of another culture's aesthetic concept. Deformity, the unnatural and the strange can qualify, which could also be used to disrupt views and biases in social contexts such as disability, something which as a style suited for horror could have a lot of great potential for provoking thought as well as pushing the bar in terms of squeamish content. It evokes as much films like Takashi Miike's satire Visitor Q (2001) as much as straightforward disturbing horror movies and comics. It is also important to note, if I'm to learn how to quote the term ero-guro properly, one individual whose published work is on my reading list and is central for the term, the legendary author Edogawa Ranpo. Ranpo, it must be stated, was famous beyond this genre, writing anything from children's stories to detective tales, all of which including his more grotesque material being adapted or referenced throughout Japanese pop culture. Teruo Ishii's infamous Horrors of Malformed Men (1969) is a great place to start just for trying to cram as many of his more infamous short stories into one narrative as possible, enough in its madness to encourage anyone to find any English translations of even his more sombre, audience friendly penmanship. 

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A chamber piece - only three actors, minimal number of sets and the most elaborate, Micho's studio, a single giant warehouse - Blind Beast does exemplify the high artistic quality of even the most lurid of Japanese genre films between the sixties and seventies. Like the best of Italian cinema within the same era, there's a general technical quality that sets a good, competent base with the artistry helping with the story and content immensely. Very professional and talented individuals worked on these films with the best ones, like with the Italians, with no difference between sleaze and art in terms of treating it with the same level of professionalism. This is vital as Blind Beast is still incredibly strong in content, not as explicit as other films from the era but still surprising through subtle emphasis instead, the high artistic quality a necessary for this to have worked. A huge factor as to the best of ero-guro in what I've encountered is not the strength of the content in terms of visceral shock necessarily but strong artistic quality; these tales, despite their depravity and perversions, suit scenarios that provoke elegance, sensuality and high art because of their melding of two seemingly different attitudes, needing either a bold visual richness and/or period trappings such as samurai stories or the 1920s setting of pinku softcore film Marquis de Sade's The Prosperities of Vice (1988). Blind Beast is grim and grimy in places, of blood and food left to rot, but in a darkened environment for most of its mere eighty minute run there's still a tranquil tone to the content despite its transgressions.

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The film's plot is exceptionally dark in content, more so in this decade, though while it includes risky content, such as Aki falling in love with her captor from force, the right balance of the transgressive subject matter means its equal opportunities transgression as ero-guro should be with both genders, where as a pulp sex horror story it's a cycle of the man and woman eventually becoming the equals. It avoids potential gender discrepancies and stereotypes which can affect work like this - see the Hanzo the Razor trilogy, which director Yasuzo Masumura made the first sequel of, for a more problematic example - as Aki manipulates Michio as much as he breaks her down, eventually both of them becoming sightless beings who can only communicate to each other through physical sex, eventually needing pain to be inflicted on each other for a greater sensual thrill.

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Taking its twisting little story seriously, the build up to this finale is entirely based on Michio's likely virginity and lack of knowledge of women beyond touch. The giant prophetic bodies, which the two lead actors have to crawl past and onto continually, are the infamous part of the film but significantly they also state his distance from actual femininity. Whilst his beloved sense touch lead to him, through his mother's help, to being able to touch women intimately and replicate their bodies in elaborate and accurate detail, his complete and utter lack of knowledge of female sexuality and women beyond his doting and protective mother becomes his hindrance, one which Aki can take advantage of to escape. Though he does dominate Aki and eventually rapes her at one point, starting their relationship after, immediately onwards from this act they switch between the dominant and the submissive continually with no gender being superior in their violence sexual passions, both equally lost writhing around their environments both suffering from their wounds given to each other but also thrilled by them. A triangle in the early part of the film between them and his mother is blatantly oedipal as well, thankfully because of the film's brisk length cutting out the need for teasing the fact; its explicitly said as, seeing the giant female bodies in the centre of the studio, Aki not long afterwards makes a comment about Michio having some form of obsession with when he was a baby held at his mother's breast. This builds up as much a strong issue of gender and relationships being skewered in its small story that prevents the film becoming tasteless without any justifiable reason behind such content.

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Technical Detail:
The only thing that might've been interesting to see differently in terms of the aesthetic look is if Blind Beast was shot in monochrome rather than Daieicolor approved colour. Screenshots and posters exist that show the film in black-and-white that would've been incredibly bold if you had seen them moving, causing one to wonder whether the visual difference would have had a drastic effect on the mood especially in terms of the story's tone. Yasuzo Masumura would be as gifted in either case, the film as it stands perfect as it is; he was probably one of the only, if the only, Japanese directors to have been able to learn his craft at the Centro Sperimentale di Cinematografia in Italy with the potential likes of Michelangelo Antonioni, Federico Fellini and Luchino Visconti as teachers. The same level of quality to his more sombre World War II drama Red Angel (1966) is found here in Blind Beast, and can even be found in his own aforementioned Hanzo the Razor sequel.

The music is also memorable in terms of the combinations of genres used for effect. From jazz to classical pieces, it mixes and matches aptly for the shifts of tone in the story well. Sound is important especially for the final scene, metaphor with what you, the final grim act of the film only seen implied, the main star's ultimate act of destructive pleasure given a spine tingling edge that's still strong today from what you only hear. So strong in fact, watched on the same day with a modern film (Eli Roth's The Green Inferno (2013)) with over the top gore, that Blind Beast was the one instead that made me cringe more in its suggestion.

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Abstract Rating (High/Medium/Low/None): Medium
Originally this was going to be a "Low" due to how subdued and naturalistic the film is in contrast to its subject matter. However it's easy to ignore, when you've made a diet of films like this, how strong it would be to someone who hadn't encountered films like it before, how startling it is or scuzzy it is at times. Maybe even how absurd and silly it is, as the film openly courts being bizarre for the sake of it despites its clear themes. There's a more explicit and usually more honest viewpoint on the corporal living body in a lot of Japanese pop culture, which is scrutinised with only some censorship in what can be depicted, (mostly in terms of censoring genitals and pubic hair on both genders), but also in context of non physical notions such as sexuality. This would be more of a shock, let alone more profoundly weird, for a first time viewer, particularly as despite being limited in what actual content is seen, what is implied is still strong material in its frankness to digest.

And of course you're dealing with a psycho sexual drama mostly set in a room full of giant, prophetic breasts and arms, lovingly rendered in all shapes and sizes, sticking out of the walls with two individuals writhing around the floor in a state of delirious pain on the lap of a giant, headless woman. That's an image that's strange even for a veterans of this type of cinema and original still to this day.

Abstract Spectrum:  Grotesque/Psychotronic/Weird
Abstract Themes: Distortion and Emphasis of Boyd Parts; Giant prophetic limbs; Mutilation; References to Disability; Oedipal Complex; S&M and Sexual Fetishes; Bondage

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Personal Opinion:
A real gem of Japanese body horror cinema, immensely stylish and imaginative in its concoction of body horror and drama which can be both treated as a serious, sombre drama but also a perverted erotic film. This blurring of the high and low art is also a factor of the rewarding of ero-guro I've been able to see; while it may seem wrong to find virtue in films like this that reveal in this type of content, and there are probably examples which are just tasteless that I'll thankfully not see, not only does it prove to be more rewarding to do so, but the quality of the best also brings out a real sincerity found in them. The obvious issue that my knowledge on this type of work is limited means that I need to take a film like Blind Beast as an example of learn what ero-guro should be as an aesthetic style in greater detail. It also means that something like this is much more cooler, the right term to use, and memorable as a cult film as its far removed from the words "safe" or "digestible". 

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Monday 14 March 2016

Archival Review: Next (2007)

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Director: Lee Tamahori
Screenplay: Gary Goldman, Jonathan Hensleigh and Paul Bernbaum
Cast: Nicolas Cage (as Cris Johnson); Julianne Moore (as Callie Ferris); Jessica Biel (as Liz Cooper); Thomas Kretschmann (as Mr. Smith); Tory Kittles (as Cavanaugh)

Unfortunately the site that I wrote for, Videotape Swapshop, is no more. This is sad for me having enjoyed writing reviews for the site, but it also means that there'll be links to reviews from that site which are now dead. I do however have all the reviews I ever written for them, god willing, that can be reposted. The following was supposed to be part of an ongoing series reviewing every Nicolas Cage film (yet) made; instead of rewriting it, like I will do for all the other reviews, I'll leave it in its original form and only add additional notes for any context that might be missing transferring it to this site. I will not add any notes on whether these films are "abstract" either, only with some of them possibly being covered properly for this blog in the future in a new piece.

As for whether I should continue reviewing every Nicolas Cage film ever made, I may continue it on this blog as an additional feature even if it proved at points with some of the films watched to be painful. As much as Cage is one of my favourite actors, the reason why the review series was started, I realise now that like many actors his filmography is far from perfect.

I find myself stuck with trying to write about Next. I wonder why it was ever made in the first place in fact, another in a long list of failed Philip K. Dick adaptations where the comedic punch line is that, beyond the central premise, the adaptations are said to be so far removed from the novels and stories that its laughable to make comparisons. Blade Runner (1982) is that immense exception as most have vanished into obscurity, the only faithful take coming from indie wunderkind Richard Linklater with the strange, rotoscoped A Scanner Darkly (2006). Of course within the recent year or so Dick has had a small resurgence when Amazon Prime decided to make an original programme for its site based on The Man In The High Castle; whether it could succeed in bringing Philip K. Dick into the mainstream again is unknown, but it will immediately have more success than Next, a failure if there ever was one in the Nicolas Cage filmography as well.

Playing Frank Cadillac aka. Cris Johnson, Nicolas Cage is a Las Vegas magician who can see exactly two minutes into the future, able to use it to win modest sums of money and dodge punches before they're thrown. When he is in-avertedly caught doing something suspicious at a casino and manages to flee from the security in a ludicrous and random car chase, it catches the attention of FBI Special Agent Callie Ferris (Julianne Moore) who wants to use his psychic powers to find a terrorist group and the nuclear bomb they've snuck into US soil. Cadillac is more concerned with a mysterious woman who, when she is central in his mind, allows him to see further in time, spending his time in a cafe awaiting the day he finally meets her, a woman who teaches on an Indian reservation called Liz Cooper (Jessica Biel). Unfortunately with both the FBI and the terrorists themselves after him Cadillac effectively puts Liz in danger and will have to rely on his psychic gift to protect her and save the world.

If there is anything of good in Next it's that it does try to be clever with Cadillac's ability to see in the future. A lot of wrong footing takes place with an incident happening only for the film to go back in time and for it to reveal that it was a precognition, something that will feel like a cheat for many but for me actually made the film vaguely interesting. This is definitely the case with the ending, which could feel like an utter cop-out, but was fun. There's even some moments of inspiration such as Cadillac trying out various pick up lines to greet Liz only for all of them to fail and having to try something much different, or when very later on he has to find where the terrorists are by literally splitting into duplicates to follow each route.  In the perfect world this could've easily made the film great, even as a silly action sci-fi, if it had a good backbone behind it.

Unfortunately, as the last paragraph warned of, an inspired idea cannot save a film if the rest is so badly compromised. Over ninety minutes the rest is a terrible, bland waste where the first warnings of its failings are when he has to do an opening monologue over himself doing things to explain the premise1. Despite critical acclaim for Once Were Warriors (1994) in his native New Zealand, Tamahori does sadly hold the mantle of the director of the worse James Bond film so far made, Die Another Day (2002), although I suspect that was as much compromise from the producers that lead to the disaster it was. Next is just as bland, barring its clever use of its premise a complete and utter waste of time. You can imagine a more entertaining Cannon Pictures adaptation from the eighties which would run with the premise and its comically Euro trash villains, but made in 2007 the result is un-dynamic and drab.

Probably the most ludicrous aspect of the film alongside some of the most dreadful CGI effects I've seen in a while, including a train, is the cast it has. Biel and Cage have some charisma, but Moore really does feel like a sore thumb amongst the trio, to the point you could've helped the film out if you excised her scenes and added more drama in her place. In a world where Cage's ability is under suspicion without context for others to believe her, you wouldn't follow her beliefs to pursue Cadillac if you were a senior member of the FBI, not only wasting man power and money but leading to potential embarrass and cheap jokes likes for those in the US military who thought they could weaponize psychic powers by killing goats through the power of staring2. That the only way his power can be of any use is through Liz Cooper being a deus ex machina makes Special Agent Callie Ferris not only too big in her britches with her orders but useless.

The film feels too brisk in plotting to the point that its twist ending is far from being an embarrassment to end all embarrassments but a relief in its cheesiness. So much in the film is lacking of vitality that this review is exceptionally short without padding it like I have [, with this standing]3 up as another of the worse Cage films I've covered4, not technically incompetent but bad in its average nature and waste of existence. Like a lot of action and sci-fi films of its ilk, Philip K. Dick adaptations or not, it's so mediocre one finds difficulty in writing anything about it.

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1. One of the more odder discoveries of the Nicolas Cage Project as it was originally called was how many of his films rely on him giving voiceover during introductions to his characters' lives. He has a great voice, for the screen and for radio, but these voiceovers appeared in a lot of bland films I covered and proved to be a warning of the staleness of the final film baring a few exceptions (Ghost Rider: Spirit of Vengeance (2012)) where the monologue given to him had more spark to them.

2. Unfortunately, like for many amateur and professional writers of film reviews, you read some of the jokes you originally wrote and cringe with embarrassment at how leaden they are. Expect some really bloated sentences from some of these reviews as much as some vaguely interesting insights, the former something I had mostly excised in my reviews over the years but occasionally appearing in clumsy references like this.

3. The review hadn't been completely checked over when Videotape Swapshop sadly ended, so some grammatical errors had to be dealt with without compromising the original text.

4. Unfortunately there'll be some terrible films being brought up as I post these old reviews and maybe cover more of them anew. Cage is a great actors, as I'll defend in this reviews, better than the films themselves in many cases, but the post Wicker Man material is going to exhibit a lot of pain on my part...

Wednesday 2 March 2016

Piercing Brightness (2012)

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Director: Shezad Dawood
Screenplay: Kirk Lane
Cast: Houda Echouafni (as Mask); Chen Ko (as Jiang); Tracy Brabin (as Maggie); Samantha Elizabeth Edwards (as Nikki); Paul Leonard (as Warner); Jennifer Lim (as Shin); Bhasker Patel (as Naseer Khan); Derek Siow (as Lee)

Synopsis: In the city of Preston, aliens have for decades lived hidden amongst humans disguised as the Earthling's own. Two more aliens, disguised as a young Chinese brother and sister (Ko and Lim) appear and meet a veteran who has been on Earth for a long time (Patel), disguised as an older Pakistani man who runs a corner store, who is both incredibly glad to see them and offers a pure white room in his home for them to stay. Their appearance is timely as aliens who live in the town are in debate in-between finally revealing themselves to mankind and trying to return back home. Amongst those who are caught up within this are a single mother (Brabin), a UFO enthusiast, who realises that she may not be who she thinks she is, her adult daughter who meets a bald, Chinese guy around her age and strikes up a bond with, and an alien disguised as an older male counsellor who is the one instigating the idea of revealing their true forms to humanity. As sinister hoodies stalk the aliens, and Acid Mother Temple acid rock scores the scenes, it's culminates in transcendental revelations.

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Piercing Brightness from that synopsis does sound awesome, only for it to have plenty of great ideas and a lot to like but a structural flaw that cripples it, it's presentation deeply flawed from the beginning. The best thing to take from the film is its premise, the alien placed into the ordinary environment, in this case an English city. Something innately about an English environment, both the countryside or an urban landscape, is so drastically different from the American cities and countryside of their sci-fi that to imagine a UFO over a Spar shop in my neck of the woods, even in London, is strange because of me being fed on Hollywood science fiction and their locations for years. Especially if you depict the England as here of corner shops and nightclubs, cups of tea and breakfasts  in cafes, it's incredibly odd as does setting it in Scotland or any other member of the British Isles, something which was as much the reason why Jonathan Glazer's Under The Skin (2013), with Hollywood star Scarlet Johansson stepping out of her comfort zone and becoming an alien, was so eerie and unique. Piercing Brightness takes advantage of these cafes and nightclubs, soaking in the pleasant, sometimes frankly bland mood of such environments in bright, crisp cinematography, the kind of environments where it's the people within it that really give it some much needed colour, an advantage this has in its cast and because it's all about aliens and can get away with an unconventional use of such locations.

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While the aliens are revealed to be of all shapes and sizes, the film can almost work as a metaphor about immigrants entering a new country and having to adapt to the environment, not in a crass jokey way, though the brother alien tries asking for cigarettes in a cafe once, but in terms of the adaptation to the new place followed by the hindsight, the moments of wonder whether it was better to be there or go back to their home world, or whether it's better to revealed oneself as an extraterrestrial being.
When the film succeeds, it's when the aliens express their disappointment with their long waiting, originally part of a project to study the humans, to be sent back home after the promise they had this would be the case, of their position stuck amongst the humans and having to accept their position, rewarding as the initial synopsis suggests it would be. The cast in general helps with this, and there's one single individual, Bhasker Patel as the alien posing as a corner shop owner, who brings the quality of the film up a bar in how he is both charismatic and how this best aspect of the film comes from a lot of his scenes and dialogue, the man more than happy to be amongst the humans, excited like a young man when new aliens like him appear, but melancholic if found in a corner and opened to discussing the position of his life.

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Technical Detail:
The music as well helps greatly with the film, both from the original score by Alexander Tucker and the choice cuts picked from cult Japanese acid rock group Acid Mother's Temple. Known for being able to release up to four albums minimum a year since they started in 1995, side projects with other bands, and their clear love of psychedelic rock of the sixties from the title puns of their songs and albums, Acid Mother's Temple is the kind of band you'd imagine aliens being scored to, archive footage of UFOs scored in montages to their druggy guitar riffs and making a perfect union together. Especially when the film starts to improve in structure by its middle half to the end, when the music is of greater importance than visual trickery, it helps reach a good build-up to the climax immensely.

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Abstract Spectrum: Expressionist/Experimental
Abstract Rating (High/Medium/Low/None): None
The problem, when all the following sounds spot-on and great, is how debuting director Shezad Dawood, originally an artist, decided to put together Piercing Brightness visually and in style. He decided to purposely make the film abstract in tone, intercutting shots of birds at unexpected moments between incidents in a single scene, using colour filters and distorted frames, noises mixing with the music. The result is incredibly clichéd, the stereotype of what an experimental movie is, which becomes distracting rather than abstract in terms of presentation. This is worse as, with only eighty minutes of running time, these techniques and inexplicable shots of birds, strange as a choice when the real UFO footage at least makes sense in context, waste precious time that could've gone to adding more plot about these aliens and their lives. More to the relationship between the adult daughter and her bald headed, quiet friend, at least some explanation to what the hell the faceless hoodies are, chasing the aliens sinisterly on bicycles and molesting one in the least threatening way possible by merely tugging her top and then leaving her alone, at least in the logic of a weird movie plot. The film drastically improved when it gets to the middle of its running time, when its night and the whole plot finishes within this timeframe of one night, the score taking over and being far more effective with some choice editing of snapshots in creating a tone. Unfortunately by this point, despite the improvement, the film has very little of its own character in tone beyond the essentials, the great idea in the centre of the film, even Patel's memorable performance, squandered by the lack of interesting structure.

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Personal Opinion:
Piercing Brightness as a result is the heartbreaking example of something that could've been cool or great, but is instead a testament to the dangers of trying too hard, to a detriment, in being an alternative film. Considering the director's art installation origins, the film based on a script from a cult novelist, this is the same mistake that one finds in modern cult genre films particularly the ones trying to be neo-grindhouse movies. I cannot believe I'm comparing this to something like The Man With The Iron Fists (2012) but it's the exact issue paralleled, the tone and style compromising the greater premise and ideas that occasionally survive the structure forced upon them and poke their heads up from the ill-designed surface to shine from brief moments. These moments, like those neo-grindhouse movies, aren't enough to save Piercing Brightness; just when you fancy a trippy sci-fi where two sibling aliens see a female alien with computer chip parts stuck to her face on the TV instructing them with esoteric words, such a delight is spoilt by the packaging being detrimental to the point it effects the quality of such moments.

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