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Monday, September 20, 2004

Rasen

1998, Japan. Starring Hiroyuki Sanada, Miki Nakatani, Satou Koichi, Saeki Hinako. Directed by Joji Iida.

I hate hating movies. If you've been with me for any length of time, you know that one of the things that separates me from a lot of other critics (especially online) is that I don't revel in films that are bad or "so bad they are good." I freely admit to having appalling taste, and the movies I enjoy because they entertained me, not because of any faux-hipster sense of irony or condescending "cheesy fun" aspect. It's just something I've grown out of. I don't like savaging films either, because even rotten films take a lot of work. I'm happier celebrating movies I enjoyed than I will ever be tearing apart movies I hated.

But lately, I've been paying for my relative good fortune in film with a string of unenjoyable dreck I still feel should be written about here. Sure, I'm used to coming across the occasional film I don't like, but usually I can just skip over it. Chances are if I didn't like the film, it's probably not a film I really wanted to watch in the first place. But sometimes, a movie I do want to write about ends up stinking, and the past couple weeks that has happened a lot more than it has at any other point in the past. Movies I should love and wanted to love just punched me in the gut. Take the Japanese zombie film Stacy. It's a zombie film, and a Japanese zombie film at that - something I've been quite interested in for a long time, and thus I felt compelled to write about the film despite my complete lack of enjoyment. What I didn't realize is that Stacy was little more than the harbinger of a whole slew of awful films I'd earmarked for review here thinking they'd be better than they were.

Some I knew were going to be awful from the get-go. No normal human decides he's going to review all sixteen Troublesome Night films from Hong Kong. I had to bail around five or six (they all start to blend together), but I'm determined to get through the series (which might be impossible since they seem to crank a couple new ones out every year) even if no one else in the world is watching. Others, however, I had hopes for despite reading loads of negative reviews. One such film was Rasen, the forgotten film in Japan's Ring series.

To recap the history of Ring for those who missed it in our reviews of Ring and Ring II, here's where the game stands right now. A series of books by Koji Suzuki caused quite a commotion, and a lackluster television adaptation soon followed. And a radio drama. And more television. And finally, the books were successful enough to guarantee that someone would adapt the story into a film, albeit a film that differs vastly from the novel (and in Ring II ceases to relate to the novels at all). The Ring novels take the story on a wild trip that starts as a ghost story, turns it into a medical thriller, and eventually exposes the whole thing to have been nothing more than a computer simulation (which, in the later installment of the books, goes awry and results in real world deaths). Many fans of the movies agree that the films are better for having stuck to their supernatural guns and avoided all the cyberpunk developments. I count myself among them. Plenty of other people, of course, dig the scifi/medical turn the books take and don't care for the films turning it all into something purely spuernatural. Ghosts interest me. Haywire computers do not (except, perhaps, when the ghosts are making the computers haywire, as in Kiyoshi Kurosawa's Kairo -- the best horror film since the first Ring movie). Thus, I prefer the ghost story to the medical/technical one. The makers of Rasen seem to have wanted to follow the ideas set forth in the book, but they failed miserably.

The Ring film, directed by Hideo Nakata, was even more of a sensation than the books, and in the wake of its success, dozens of films influenced by or simply ripping off the film were born. Welcome to the new wave of Japanese horror that made the last coupe years of the 20th Century and the first couple of the 21st so entertaining for horror fans. There was no doubt that the makers of Ring would return to the well (so to speak) for another installment, mainly because they'd already finished the film. That second installment was known as Rasen, or Spiral -- not to be confused with Uzumaki, which is also sometimes called Spiral.

This one stumps a lot of people. After all, there's a movie called Ring II, starring the same people in the same roles, directed by the same director, and picking up immediately where the first film begins. One would assume that to be the official sequel. And it is, but so is Rasen, a movie that was considered by Hideo Nakata (and most fans) to be so godawful that he immediately went into production on a different official sequel, the film we all know as Ring II. The problem started more or less with the greed of production company Asmik Ace Entertainment. Sensing that they had a potential hit on their hands, they hired two separate crews to work on two separate films simultaneously -- Ring and its sequel, Rasen. The thinking went that if people enjoyed the first film, they would flock to Rasen to see what else was happening. Unfortunately, one of those crews made a great horror film. The other crew made utter crap. People went to see the first film, but they stayed away in droves from Rasen.

Rasen came and went, and most people agreed that it was pretty much as horrendous as Hideo Nakata claimed, despite key members of the cast reprising their roles and the story picking up right where the first film leaves off. Rasen even apes the original film's cold, clinical appearance with some degree of competence, but at no point is there any doubt that Hideo Nakata isn't behind the helm here. Directorial duties -- as well as writing -- were left to Joji Iida, whose only other notable film is 2000's Another Heaven, which is a much better film than this one. As a director, he's passable. As a writer, he has delivered one of the foulest, dullest misfires I've seen in a long time. It's sundry missteps are transformed into thunderous stomps when you put it in the context of being a sequel to one of the most successful (not just in terms of box office receipts, either) horror films in years.

But I went into the movie with an open mind, perhaps even a determination to like the film, or at least find good points in it. I have a tendency to enjoy the least popular film in a series. You know, always sticking up for George Lazenby and the other underdogs. Like I said, I don't enjoy disliking a film and writing negative reviews. Rasen was something I definitely wanted to write about though, as we're slowly making our way through all the Ring films and their various offshoots and imitators, and once I finished the film I realized that I was going to have to get out the poison pen I so loathe inking up.

This movie is terrible. Mind-numbingly terrible. I could sit here copying negative adjectives out of the thesaurus, and that would still only begin to crack the surface of just how much I utterly despise this film. I'm hard-pressed to think of a single good thing about it despite my bull-headed determination to do so. How a movie can go so astoundingly wrong truly baffles me, and I thank the heavens that Hideo Nakata was so disgusted by the film that he went out and made a different, better sequel as a way of apologizing to people for the abomination that is Rasen.

We begin innocently enough with the autopsy of Ryuji (a role reprised by Hiroyuki Sanada, who also appeared in Hideo Nakata's own sequel, but in a greatly reduced role than the one he has here). For some reason, the permanent look of horror that graces the countenance of any who fall victim to Sadako's curse is gone, the movie having seemingly decided to drop that aspect entirely without any explanation. It's the first, but certainly not last, piece of mythology from the Ring that will be totally abandoned (maybe Iida should have read the script to the film for which he was making a sequel). That it happens within the first few minutes of the film is not a good sign for the rest of the running time.

Performing the autopsy is a former friend of Ryuji's, Andou Mitsuo (Satou Koichi), a pathologist who is so jaw-droppingly dull that he his upstaged by his own cadavers - even the ones, unlike Ryuji, who just lie there rather than rambling off a series of esoteric warnings and hiding coded messages in their stomachs. Earlier in life, Andou lost his young son to the sea in a terrible accident, a plot device that could have tied in nicely to the importance of the ocean in the first film had the director given a damn about the first film. Unfortunately, the role of the sea is jettisoned in this film, and the drowning of Andou's son becomes nothing more than a predictable plot device that lets the doctor constantly contemplate suicide so that the film can feel like it has some sort of emotional gravity. It's an attempt to give him a back story, albeit a tired and overused one. Take it though, because it's the only character this guy is going to show through the entire movie.

The fact that Ryuji's corpse won't stop talking to him leads Andou to become involved in the curse of Sadako, but this is hardly the curse or the Sadako we came to fear and love in the first film. We also hook up with Mai again (played once more by Miki Nakatani), who is investigating the death of Ryuji in a fashion far more boring than in Hideo Nakata's sequel. Her character undergoes a pretty drastic revision as well, but what the hell? That's par for the course in this film. Oh yeah, and what about Reiko? You know, the main character from the first film? Hideo Nakata's sequel handled her in a somewhat offhanded and unsatisfying manner, but at least she played some role. Here, she appears only in a flashback to a scene from the first film then is dispatched offscreen and hardly mentioned again. Same with her son, Yoichi, who becomes the focal point of Ring II. Iida seems determined to either dismiss entirely characters from the first film and replace them with far drearier, clichéd, and uninteresting characters; or he simply rewrites characters willy-nilly to be completely unlike they were before, with no real explanation for the sudden change other than the ineptness of the script.

The blatant disregard for established character traits (a symptom of making a sequel before the original is even finished) is only the tip of the iceberg though. What really sinks this film is the completely ludicrous direction it takes the plot. As our dull as dishwater doctor mopes from one scene to the next, Sadako's curse is transformed into a new strain of smallpox, and the importance of the video is nixed in favor of the claim that coming into contact with anything on the subject of Sadako can give you the disease, which is all an attempt by Sadako to be reborn into the world of the living. Forget the nightmarish apparition from the first film. Sadako makes only one appearance here, as a sexy naked woman seducing Andou, before taking over Mai's appearance. There is nary a vestige of the rage-driven ghost from the first film left in Rasen. Instead, she is a standard-issue psycho woman. Her entire reason for being is dumped in favor of this thoroughly uninteresting, daft new approach to her character.

Incidentally, if Sadako uses Mai as a vehicle to be reborn, as an incubator of sorts to harbor her DNA, why does the reborn Sadako look like Mai? Sadako's DNA was used. Mai's body had no input and was just a host. Okay, I know I shouldn't be a genetics nitpick, especially when the film as film presents so many targets at which to fire. I guess they had Miki on hand and she was already used to acting like she'd just done a bunch of downers, so they figured they'd use her rather than someone who might accidentally, you know, act or something. For the scenes in which Sadako does appear, they hired Saeki Hinako, best known to fans of Japanese horror for her roles in the Misa the Dark Angel series. She also had a part in Uzumaki, the other film sometimes called Spiral. It's enough to make your head spin. Anyway, she's about the only character who attempts to bring any life at all into her role, but it's a misguided role to begin with since it means the image of Sadako the Terrible has been dropped in favor of Sadako the Terribly Sexy. While sexy is good, it isn't necessarily scary.

But no one suffers so drastically as poor Ryuji, who is transformed from the stoic yet heroic figure of Ring into a villain with delusions of global conquest. What the hell? Good lord, what an asinine "twist." Some people seem to think that just because something is an unexpected twist, that alone makes it good. But you know what? A stranger walking up to me on the street and kicking me in the balls is an unexpected twist, but that doesn't make it enjoyable. The senseless transformation of Ryuji from understated hero to the destroyer of worlds is so utterly stupid that I can't even begin to fathom what anyone was thinking when they came up with it, or why anyone thought it was a good idea. From what I understand of the Rasen novel, this is part of the original story. But this isn't the Rasen novel. It's a movie, and a supposed sequel to Hideo Nakata's film. Thus, we have to base our impressions of Ryuji not on the book, but on the movies, and there is no transition in his character, no real purpose to the sudden and unexplained mood swing. It just happens with total disregard. It's maddening, and I know it's a result of Iida relying on the novel without considering the framework being laid down by the first film.

I'll cut the writer-director some slack here. A story this complex, with Nakata making so many changes to it for the first film in the series, should have never been filmed at the same time. Iida either didn't read or didn't grasp the screenplay to Ring, and thus probably didn't know how drastically it was altering the original story. Iida's attempts to stick to certain plot points in the novel Rasen that now no longer connected with Nakata's revisions result in a sequel film that is a train wreck. If they had waited, or if Iida had been more knowledgable about the film being made alongside his, to which his was supposed to be the sequel, they might have had better luck with consistency in the characters. But excuses, ultimately, don't make the film any easier to digest, and besides, there is plenty more to hate.

Perhaps the worst thing the plot of this movie does is nothing. I mean, I've sat through some dull movies, but this one really puts a fellow to the test. Ninety-eight minutes will feel like a four-hour Bollywood romantic comedy, only without the singing and dancing girls. Unless you thrill to scenes of a depressed doctor walking out of an office and slowly down the hallway to go sit in another office, then you're in for a long and uninteresting ride. It's not like the first film, where you quickly learned that slower scenes were building up to a climax, and everything in between was permeated by an unrelenting sense of dread. Rasen simply does nothing and has nothing to say. It's not building atmosphere, and it's not mounting the dread because nothing ever happens. There isn't even a climax. The movie basically ends with Andou sitting at his desk wondering what the answer to the puzzle is. Then Ryuji and Sadako show up to tell him, and they head off to the beach, once again failing to make any real point out of the reoccurring images of the sea. That's about it. There is an apocalyptic twist to the film's resolution that I would have liked had the rest of the film not been so stomach-churningly pathetic, but even the promise of the destruction of the world isn't enough to save this confused mess.

So how do you make one of the worst sequels of all time? Well, you take one of the most striking horror film images ever created - that of Sadako, her long, tangled hair obscuring her ghoulish face - and you simply never bring it up again. That's the same as if Halloween gave us the famous image of Michael Myers in his William Shatner mask, and then in the sequel he was just played by Ben Affleck without any mask or other defining feature from the first film. Then you take the characters that were likable from the first film and forget them, turn them into misanthropic villains, or replace them with new characters who are so boring that they'll actually make you cry. Then you take whatever chilling atmosphere was attained by the first film and replace it all with scenes of a doctor sitting at his desk thinking about maybe doing something, which he then decides against. There's zero atmosphere and zero scares.

That Andou fellow is no leading man, either. He's utterly forgettable. He does nothing. I don't even think he knows he's supposed to be acting. I've seen characters in Italian zombie films that had more dimension and more purpose than this guy. Wooden doesn't even begin to describe how bad his performance is, and since he and Mai are the only two characters of note in the entire film, their interplay becomes positively crushing. Koichi Sato has no excuse at all -- the man is no novice actor. I don't know what his problem is here. I can only assume he was told to act like he'd just popped enough 'ludes to drop Elvis. Miki Nakatani gets to take her subdued Mai character over the top and turn her into a sex-starved, giggling harpy during the final portion of the film, but for the first half, she is every bit as somnabulistic in her delivery as the doctor. The scenes between the two of them comprise almost the entire film, and they are doing nothing but talking. I like a good dialogue film as much as the next film nerd, but this isn't a good dialogue film. This is the sort of dialogue film that makes you want to reach into the screen and throttle the characters. They perform with a lack of emotion and excitement so profound that characters from a Bergman film would scream at them to liven things up a little.

One of the most frustrating things about Rasen is that there are actually a couple good ideas buried in the muck. Sadako's curse as smallpox is goofy (however, that's pretty close to what the curse is revealed to be in the books, so I guess again it's just a case of me prefering Hideo Nakata's supernatural excursion to the original novel's medical approach), but some of the ideas about Sadako creating a never-ending spiral that will spread throughout the world were promising had they not been surrounded by such a poorly conceived film. Rather than reminded me of the first film, this reminded me of the Hong Kong Ring rip-off, A Wicked Ghost, which had some really interesting ideas and twists but was simply not that good a movie - though it's still infinitely better than Rasen.

Chief among Rasen's could-have-beens is it's transformation of Sadako from a victim to a predator, a sexual predator to be exact. Frankly, I much prefer the tragic villain approach that began in Ring and continued through the series proper, culminating in Ring 0: Birthday really portraying Sadako as the ultimate victim in the story. However, revealing Sadako as not just a simple victim, but as sexually aggressive as well, could have been interesting if executed properly. Unfortunately, this script isn't up to the delicate task. Rasen more or less does away with any sense of tragedy (or simply fails to effectively relay it) surrounding Sadako. She is a villain. Not a malevolent force or a wronged spirit back for revenge, and in true femme fatale form, sex is her weapon.

Similar territory was explored in the Korean Ring Virus far more effectively and without sacrificing the sympathy one feels for Sadako. Rasen cannot handle a character with so much depth -- or any depth, actually. By changing the nature of Sadako, they loose the interest generated by her tragedy, and they fail to make any real statement with the new direction. Ultimately, it becomes little more than a few seconds of titillation during some sex scenes which feel shockingly out of place given the beautiful restraint of the first film. As presented, the film never successfully uses the increased sexual content to any purpose. It seems cheap.

Sorry if this review is spoiler heavy, but since the plot is so inane and the twists so idiotic, I really don't feel that bad. Plus, Ring II more or less negates everything in Rasen and eliminates it from the Ring series canon, so there's not much to worry about. Count yourself among the lucky ones if you never see this film.

I find that when I don't like a movie I didn't expect or hope to like, it's no big deal. But when a movie I was fighting for disappoints me to such a profound degree as Rasen, the pain is amplified tenfold, to the point where if I wasn't a man of peace, I'd be tempted to hop the next flight to Japan, track down Joji Iida, and punch him in the belly for having made such a thoroughly moronic movie.

Rasen offers me precious little to work with when it comes to positive comments. The film's few interesting ideas are buried in the avalanche of sheer stupidity that comprises the bulk of the picture. The plot is complete junk, the performances are dull but not nearly so dull as the characters they strive to create, and the directing is uninspired. Nearly everything from the first film is thrown out the window in favor of something far stupider and less interesting. Ring II had it's flaws, but it's a welcome return to the canon and sensibilities of the first film. Thank God Nakata felt obliged to help wash the sour taste of Rasen out of our collective mouth. Rasen really is one of the least enjoyable movies I've ever seen.

In short, the lost Ring movie should stay that way.

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Thursday, May 20, 2004

Ring 2

1998, Japan. Starring Nanako Matsushima, Hiroyuki Sanada, Miki Nakatani, Yuko Takeuchi, Hitomi Sato, Yoichi Numata, Yutaka Matsushige, Katsumi Muramatsu, Rikiya Otaka, Masako, Daisuke Ban, Kiyoshi Risho, Masahiko Ono, Yoko Oshima, Kiriko Shimizu. Directed by Hideo Nakata. Available on DVD (HKFlix).

When Hideo Nakata's Ring stormed onto Japanese screens in 1998, it caused a sensation. It was a gallon of gasoline dumped onto a smoldering flame that had been steadily building heat since the rise in popularity of Junji Ito's horror comics and X-Files inspired horror television and movies like Birth of the Wizard. When Ring became a runaway success, a whole genre was born, or reborn, and it couldn't have come at a better time. Horror films the world over were enjoying increased popularity and decreased quality, to put it coyly. To state things more bluntly, horror films were stinking up the place like a week-old dead cat that had been stuffed with a week-old bellyful of dead fish.

Insulting the late 1990s/early 2000's output of horror in America is about as hard as kicking a puppy or picking on the handicapped kid in school. No one has to work very hard to drum up a wealth of insults inspired by Valentine or I Still Know What You Did Last Summer (I went to Japan last summer. It was great, much better than watching I Still Know What You Did Last Summer). But outside of the obvious, things were just taking their cyclical turn for the worse. Horror film mainstay Dario Argento was proving the magic was gone by making truly abysmal films like Phantom of the Opera, and no one was really stepping up to the plate to carry the torch for the next generation. Sam Raimi moved into big-budget, more or less respectable films, and Peter Jackson was hot on his heels. George Romero got cut from the Resident Evil project (probably for the best for him) and was back to his age-old position of scrounging for every dime to get a movie made. And Lucio Fulci? Well, he was still dead.

Lean times indeed, but there's always a light at the end of the tunnel, and that particular light in the waning days of the 20th century came in the form of DVD. Now, all those old classics (and not so classic, but still fun) found new life, and movies you had to search for five years before settling on a fifth generation dupe of a Belgian prerecord with German subtitles from a guy who kept writing you to see if you'd also be interested in films with titles like Kingdom of Hell Rape Shit-Eaters were suddenly available at Best Buy for $6.99 on DVD. Sure, it took the archaeological aspect out of the game, but I can live with that.

Coupled with the internet, it also meant that movies from around the world were suddenly more accessible than ever before. For a relatively small initial investment in a multi-region DVD player, the cinematic world was literally at your fingertips. Ordering movies from Hong Kong, Japan, or Europe was as simple as turning on your computer and clicking a few shopping cart shaped icons. What that meant, among other things, was that the quality horror film drought was easier to absorb thanks to a wealth of old material and improved access to other countries. As American and European horror was plummeting to Thirteen Ghosts-like lows, Japan was producing some of the greatest horror films in the history of the genre, and the internet and DVD format meant that we wouldn't have to settle for Scream III.

The horror boom in Japan didn't have any one cause, but it did have one big ingredient that made it a success: young girls. Under normal circumstances, saying that young girls were a key to the success of anything horror related would mean that young girls, possibly in wet white shirts, were prominently featured in the film and probably died gruesome deaths. In this case, however, the young girls weren't the ones doing the dying; they were the ones doing the buying.

Someone somewhere had the bright idea to start running horror comics as a regular part of some very popular manga magazines (big, thick comic books the size of telephone books) aimed at teenage girls. What they found was that teenage girls love horror stories. It goes against conventional wisdom. In the West, horror has always been marketed to males roughly between the ages of thirteen and thirty. It was never seen as a genre for girls, most likely because the woman-hating misanthropes behind the films delighted in tormenting and degrading women every chance they got as a way of getting some weird little sort of revenge for having been snubbed at some point in their lives. Even when women were featured prominently as a story's protagonist (as was often the case), most films were peppered with plenty of other female characters to shoulder the brunt of the film's viciousness.

Horror in Japan was really no different, unless you see something positive in teenage girls getting raped by demons with forty-foot long multi-headed penises. It wasn't exactly the kind of stuff that had young girls flocking to the theaters going, "Yeah, this really inspires me." But where as the West continued to rake the ladies over the coals in horror, writers in Japan started trying something a little different. Chief among them was Junji Ito, who wrote horror comics in which teenage girls were the central characters but were not treated like or written as idiots and victims. Nor were they unbelievable super-women. They were regular girls, a bit on the smart side, and very believable. He placed these characters in the middle of wonderfully conceived and plotted tales inspired by the likes of HP Lovecraft and Edgar Allen Poe rather than the RL Stine tripe Americans were getting. In short, he target audience and his main characters were girls, and he didn't treat either one like they were simpletons.

Added to the rise in horror manga popularity was the popularity of X-Files, which at its peak at least attempted to be smart and well-written. It inspired a legion of imitation shows in Japan, and all these ingredients combined in 1999 to form the horror classic Ring. It was a smash hit, and a new Golden Age of horror was born in Japan. Many of the films took their cue from Ito's work (and many were in fact adaptations of his stories), featuring strong and believable female leads that would give girls in the audience someone for whom to root. Titanic proved that young girls are starved for movies that cater to them without belittling them, but that was a lesson completely lost on American movie makers, who went right on ahead making movies as if young, intelligent girls did not exist, or at least did not buy tickets to movies. Well, someone made Titanic one of the most successful films of all time, and it sure wasn't me.

What really sets these Japanese horror films apart from the pack is that, while many are aimed at teenage girls, very few of them suffer as a result. A girl can watch Uzumaki and appreciate the young heroine, but it's just as easy for a guy and for hardened horror veterans to appreciate the movie as well. Why? Because it's simply a good movie, as are many of the films that came out in Ring's wake. Although targeted at girls, that's not their exclusive audience, and there's nothing girlie about the movies. All they did in Japan is learn that if you make a good horror film that doesn't degrade women, then girls will be interested in it, and girls have a lot of money to spend. It's not so difficult a concept to grasp. Boy and girl slumber parties are exactly alike in that they always boil down to two things: talking about which member of the opposite sex you like, and swapping ghost stories or doing those "Bloody Mary" type party games. Boys have had their horrorlust indulged for decades. Now, at least in Japan, girls are finally getting the same chance.

Since Ring really started the boom, it was a given that there would be a sequel, not to mention plenty of rip-offs. Hot on the heels of the original's stellar success, production began on a sequel called Rasen, aka The Spiral (not to be confused with Uzumaki, which is often given the English title Spiral). The film continues the ghost Sadako's story as a friend of Ryuji's (again played by Hiroyuki Sanada. Miki Nakatani reprises her role as his assistant from the first film as well) discovers her attempts to be reborn into the human world. Hideo Nakata, director of the first Ring movie, didn't care for the development of the story in this direction. As a way of protesting this offshoot film, he set about making his own official sequel. Not too long after that, Ring 2 was born and Rasen lapsed into relative obscurity, never enjoying the overseas popularity of the two "official" Ring films, partly because no subtitled DVD, VCD, or VHS has yet to be released.

Ring 2 sustains the same clinical, George Romero style direction, but takes the story into fairly wild new ground as Mai Takano (a role reprised by Miki Nakatani) investigates the bizarre death of her teacher and possible love interest, Ryuji (played again by Hiroyuki Sanada). Aware that Ryuji was working on a strange problem with his ex-wife, and also having seen the expression on his corpse's face, Mai's curiosity is further piqued when Reiko, Ryuji's ex-wife, disappears with their young child. Matters get even stranger when Mai learns that shortly after the disappearance, Reiko's elderly father died under mysterious circumstances similar to those surrounding Ryuji.

An attempt to track down the whereabouts of Reiko leads Mai to the newspaper where Reiko used to work, though Reiko's assistant Okazaki (Masahiko Ono) confesses that they have no idea where's she's gone to, either. Together, Mai and Okazaki follow a trail of clues and psychic visions (like Reiko and Ryuji, Mai seems possessed of some rudimentary form of ESP) that lead them to the sanitarium where one of the only surviving witnesses to one of these strange deaths is currently residing - the girl from the opening sequence of the first film, who saw her best friend attacked and killed by the ghost of Sadako. They also meet a crackpot scientist and friend of Ryuji who shares his former colleague's interest in the supernatural, and using the young girl in his care, he's devised a way to draw the supernatural energy, or curse, of Sadako out and hopefully put an end to the curse that has been propagating itself through a videocassette containing the psychic imagery of Sadako's mind.

The trail also leads Mai and the doctor back to the island where Sadako was born, and finally to the hiding place of Reiko and her young son, Yoichi, who is soon revealed to have psychic potential that dwarfs that of his mother and father. He's also well on the way to becoming a new generation Sadako, as a rage that has been building inside him since the events of the first film threaten to warp his development in the same way the tragic childhood of Sadako was warped by her incredible powers. Mai assumes responsibility for finding a way to save Yoichi from the same fate as befell Sadako, while she, the doctor, and Okazaki, struggle to find a scientific explanation and way of dealing with something that defies science.

Ring 2 does a lot right, but it also has some flaws that keep from ever achieving the overwhelming feeling of creepiness and desperation that made the original movie such a spectacular piece of horror filmmaking. Chief among its flaws is that it throws too much at the wall and fails to develop most of its ideas in a satisfying fashion. With all the pseudo-scientific mumbo jumbo being hurled about, the movie soon starts to feel like an episode of The X-Files, with too many theories being offered and not enough exploration of any single idea. Where as the first film was focused with an intensity rivaling the rage of Sadako, the sequel meanders from one idea to the other with no clear idea of exactly where it's going at any particular moment. While it does help create an air of mystery and urgency, it's not so successful that it makes up for the feeling that too much half-baked hypothesizing is going on. At times, the movie feels as much like a police procedural as it does a horror film, not unlike Exorcist III.

This movie also lacks the nail-biting, increasingly frantic race against time that kept the first film feeling like a thrill-a-minute ride even when it was moving very slowly. The "race against the clock" cliché is one of the most overused plot devices in film history, but the first film really made it work well. With that deadline removed from this film, and with the impetus for action being curiosity and Yoichi's eventual development into a vengeful spirit, the threat is more vague and less pressing. It does share a common thread with the forgotten Rasen in that both movies are, in a way, about Sadako seeking a new physical manifestation. In the case of Ring 2, it's by transferring her hatred to Yoichi. It's just not as compelling an emergency, but I guess if I was Yoichi, I'd probably feel differently about that.

The thing that irked me most, however, was the off-handed way in which Reiko was handled. I like the fact that Ring 2 takes two fairly unimportant supporting characters from the first film (Mai and Okazaki) and turns them into the main figures this time around, but given that Reiko was the central character in the first film, she deserved much more consideration than she was given here. They either should have put more thought into her fate, or they should have left her out entirely. As it is, what eventually happens to her is poorly thought-out and executed in a way that fails to illicit any of the emotion that should have been generated by such a strong character. Again, I like her as a background character while the story moves forward with new characters, but I really just don't like the somewhat feeble stuff they came up with for her.

Foibles aside, there's still enough in this movie to keep it solidly on the "very good" side of the fence. Mai and Okazaki are excellent leads, and they perform superbly in the very difficult position of having to take over for two characters as solid as Reiko and Ryuji. The rest of the cast performs admirably, with little Rikiya Otaka once again proving that not all little kids in movies have to be precocious and annoying brats. He's quiet and surprising subtle for someone his age, and the reason you can tell it's subtlety rather than lack of talent Is because when he's called upon to express rage, he does so in a disturbingly convincing manner that consists of some hate-filled looks and silence rather than the more predictable shouting and screaming.

There are also quite a few genuinely spooky moments even if the film as a whole fails to sustain the feeling for the entire running time. The movie begins with the revelation that Sadako lived for many, many years trapped in her well rather than dying. Anything that plays on our innate fear of being buried alive works well. Other effective moments include Mai finding herself trapped in said well with the ghoulish Sadako ascending the walls after her, and a few great second-long flashes of something appearing, like Sadako's face while a picture is being taken of a clay reconstruction of her head. Probably the most effective scene in the movie besides Mai's ordeal in the well is the scene in which she visits the inn from the first movie that serves as sort of the keystone for solving the tragic mystery of Sadako, and she witnesses the entire "mirror and hair combing" scene that was shown in flashes in Sadako's cursed video. Mai's stunned inability to even scream speaks volumes without saying a word.

It's also impressive that they manage to drum up some new revelations about Sadako to further develop her as something more than just a hateful ghost out for revenge against anyone and everyone who happens to see her videotape. She continues to develop as a tragic main character, not just as a plot device. For the third film in the series, a prequel called Ring 0: Birthday, the series would rely on Sadako entirely, as the film focuses on her childhood and the events that lead to her transformation into a rage-filled spectre. None of the revelations about her are contrived or absurd, either. We're doing much better than all that crap about Michael Meyers being the spawn of a druidic cross-breeding experiment, or Jason Vorhees being a little screaming worm parasite thing.

The revelations continue as supporting characters return for another dose of truth and uncovering of dark secrets. Once again, the old man at the inn plays an important part in the finale of the film, as the doctor attempts to use Yoichi's rage to draw out Sadako (who sort of becomes imprinted on the minds of those so closely affected by her, like Yoichi and the girl from the beginning of the first film). As with Sadako, none of these further revelations are goofy and all make sense within the plot.

Although there is a lot of crackpot science being thrown about in the grand tradition of supernatural films, most of it, underdeveloped though it may be, is fairly believable within the context of the film and the fantastic. There have certainly been worse offenses committed under the banner of scientific explanation in horror films. Some of the ideas are fascinating to consider, chief among them how strong emotion can be transmitted through a variety of means, making even something as coldly technological as a videotape serve as a conduit for supernatural rage. A similar theory was also presented in the Hong Kong Ring rip-off A Wicked Ghost, and it's something worth thinking about. Leave it to Japan to take spiritless technological things like a video cassette or a website (as in the incredible Kiyoshi Kurosawa film Kairo), and turn them into some of the scariest, most effective supernatural tools in film history.

Technically speaking, Ring 2 remains stylistically consistent with the first film. Hideo Nakata prefers to let the story do the work for him, adopting a minimalist style with long, static shots and very little in the way of camera movement and no wild flare. In that sense, I keep comparing him to George Romero. Both directors take a documentary-style approach to their direction, and with a less talented director, that could be mistaken for lack of talent. Nakata, like Romero, knows exactly what he is doing, however, and uses the plainness of his direction to establish a very real and believable world in which the incursion of horrific and fantastic elements becomes all the more disconcerting. Had he filled his film with flashy editing, special effects, and camera tricks, it would have been sapped of all its power. As with the first film, Nakata continues to prove that sometimes, less is more when it comes to allowing direction to intrude on the power of the story.

While Ring 2 fails to attain the level of the first film, which was a true classic, it's still a damn good film, and once again it's just refreshing to sit down and watch a movie that treats the subject matter and the viewer with intelligence. It gives us believable characters, normal people in extraordinary circumstance, who actually behave similar to how real people might actually behave. It's mercifully free of any moment where the character does something so stupid it causes you clutch your head and groan in pain. It also doesn't rely on cheap tricks, special effects, or gore, opting instead for that old school sense of dread achieved through the strength of the script and characters. You can't watch this film without having seen the first one, but after you have seen the first one, Ring 2 exists as a worthy but not equal follow-up to one of the greatest films in horror history.

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Monday, May 10, 2004

A Wicked Ghost

1999, Hong Kong. Starring Gabriel Harrison, Francis Ng, Gigi Lai, Mok Ga-yiu, Cecilia Sze. Directed by Tony Leung Hung-wah. Available on DVD (HKFlix).

Well, fans of horror, I have good news, and I have bad news. The good news is that director Tony Leung seems committed to single-handedly keeping the Hong Kong horror film alive. The bad news is that Tony Leung isn't a very good filmmaker.

Now before you fire off an angry email telling me how great Tony Leung is, keep in mind that I am not referring to the Tony Leung who starred in Ashes of Time. Nor am I referring to the Tony Leung who starred in Tom, Dick, and Hairy. No, feeling that the Hong Kong film industry wasn't complete with just two guys calling themselves Tony Leung, writer-director Leung Hung-wah decided that he too would become Tony Leung, joining an ever-growing cast of characters favoring that particular name combination.

Leung Hung-wah got his start in the early 1980s as an actor in a few films not many people remember. In 1986, he penned his first screenplay, Ghost Snatchers, which starred Michael Wong and Sammo Hung's knock-out (in more ways than one) wife Joyce Godenzi. When Leung crossed over into directing, his interest in low-budget horror films became apparent. Mystery Files was his first directorial effort, and in 1999 he followed it up with A Wicked Ghost, an obvious though not entirely dismissible attempt to cash in on the popularity of the Japanese horror film Ring.


As anyone who has tested the waters of the world of Hong Kong horror well knows, it's a strange place even in the world of horror. Action, kungfu, melodrama, slapstick comedy, and chills are often thrown together in a mish-mash of styles that rarely work well together, giving one the impression of watching several different movies at once, sort of like those Thomas Tang/Godfrey Ho ninja movies. Although there are several good Hong Kong horror films - most notably Chinese Ghost Story and Mr. Vampire -- even those are difficult to accept as pure "horror" within the boundaries set by Western expectations. Chinese Ghost Story is more a fantasy film, and Mr. Vampire is as much a kungfu comedy as it is any sort of horror film.

Part of this vast difference in approaches can simply be attributed to the fact that tastes around the world vary. Chinese audiences have different expectations of what a horror film should be like, and since they have a wealth of local mythology from which to draw, there's no real need to plumb the depths of Western genre traditions for ideas. Hopping vampires may not be scary to Western audiences, but how scary is some old count in an opera cape to your average cranky old Chinese guy? For every werewolf there is a Fox spirit; for every zombie there is, well, a kungfu zombie. For every Medusa there is a witch whose head comes off and flies around the room screaming at you.

On the opposite side of the coin is Japan, a country which embraced Western definitions of horror and ran with them so successfully that, in the view of many people, Japan has become the preeminent producer of the world's finer horror films now that the Americans and Italians have run out of ideas. Japan and the West have always had closer relations than China and the West (that whole World War II incident not withstanding). It hasn't always been a smooth relationship, but it's always been a relationship. Western film had a big influence on Japanese films, and Japanese films, in turn, ended up having just as big an influence on The West. Throw a rock in a video store, and there's a good chance you'll knock over two Don "The Dragon" Wilson movies and at least one film that steals plot points from an Akira Kurosawa film.


Japan's approach to horror was to take Western influences and put a decidedly Japanese spin on them. Nobuo Nakagawa revolutionized the genre with films like Tokaido Yotsuya Kaidan and Jigoku, one of the world's first "splatter" films. They are distinctly Japanese, but they're also familiar to fans of classic horror films. Hell, a good ghost story is a good ghost story regardless of whether the people in it are wearing kimonos or overcoats. Japan continued to play with classical notions of horror, tweaking them enough so that they were unique and fresh while still not being completely alien to foreign viewers in the way many Hong Kong productions were.

In 1999, the film The Ring hit the screens and threw gasoline onto a smoldering fire that had been started by films like Wizard of Darkness, Birth of the Wizard, and by the horror comics of HP Lovecraft-influenced Junji Ito. Japanese film and manga makers discovered that Japanese girls have a voracious appetite for tales of horror, especially when the protagonists are people they can relate to - namely, other girls. That this whole batch of books, comics, and movies gets dubbed 'schoolgirl horror" is somewhat misleading, conjuring up as it does images of tales roughly on the level of an RL Stine book. On the contrary, many of the films are quite good, quite scary, and surprisingly gory. They are a natural progression from the fact that horror has often favored female protagonists. The big difference is that the gals in these films were less likely to do incredibly stupid things thanks to the fact that the writers creating them were far better than your average slasher script penman.

In the wake of The Ring's success, the whole genre acquired mainstream appeal, and "Ring" movies themselves became something of a cottage industry. A sequel to the original was put into production under the name Raisen or Spiral (not to be confused with another schoolgirl horror film, Uzumaki, which can be translated as meaning "Spiral"). Ring director Hideo Nakata, who was not involved in the sequel, didn't like the way it carried on the vision of his film, and so he set out to make his own official sequel, simply known as Ring 2. There was a television series, a third "prequel" called Ring 0: Birthday, and a Korean adaptation of the same original novel called Ring Virus.

Somewhere amid all the noise was Tony Leung with his Wicked Ghost film. Along with Bio-Zombie, it's one of the few Hong Kong horror films to bear a resemblance to the style preferred by the Japanese and Western horror films, though there's enough esoteric Chinese superstition in it for it to maintain its own cultural identity. While not exactly a rip-off of The Ring, A Wicked Ghost certainly steals willy-nilly from the superior Japanese film as it weaves its own mythology of an angry ghost lashing out from beyond the grave. The most obvious example is the appearance of the ghost itself, which manifests as a pale white woman with long, ragged black hair hanging in front of her face. Similarities to Sadako from Ring are unavoidable. She even has the same weird herky-jerky way of walking.

The plot steals the same basic structure as well, though to its credit, it does change it enough so as not to be a complete act of plagiarism. Trouble begins immediately when a group of friends are playing one of those "let's summon up some ghosts" type games at a party. The game requires them to each slit their finger, drip blood into a bowl of water then take turns drinking it. You know, I played my share of supernatural ghost-summoning games when I was younger, and I have to say that I draw the line at any game that involves slicing my finger and drinking the blood of my pals. Most people I know are hesitant to even drink from the same cup as one of their friends, let alone gleefully consume a mixture of their precious bodily fluids. When you add to it the fact that you have to mix in "some oil from a dead body," it really just becomes time to call it a night. It's not even that it has anything to do with being afraid of ghosts; there just have to be better games you can play with your friends than ones involving you drinking dead body oil and blood.

One of the friends, Ming, seems to agree with me, and he'll have none of this drinking of bloody water and corpse oil. His friends go ahead with the fun, and before too long, ghostly wind blows through the apartment and one of the friends, a guy named Rubbish, has died of extreme fright after seeing a ghost. His face is frozen in an expression meant to convey either "I am terrified beyond the comprehension of mortals" or "I'm hungry." Just as the impetus for the action - a group of friends who invoke an otherworldly force and are then mysteriously killed off - mimics the same basic plot from Ring about a group of friends summoning a similar force after watching a cursed videotape, so too is the horrified expression a somewhat less effective imitation of the look of fear all the victims in Ring take with them to the grave.

Continuing to pull wildly from Ring the movie introduces Ming's reporter sister, Cissy (Gigi Lai), and her (seemingly) ex-boyfriend, Mo, a teacher who seems to possess psychic powers and an uncanny though very handy knowledge of all things supernatural. Similarities between them and female reporter Reiko and her ex-husband and resident psychic teacher and expert on the paranormal, Ryuji, is purely coincidental. Mo is played by one of the better actors to never really hit the big-time, Francis Ng. He's got talent enough to lend an air of credibility to an otherwise outlandish film, although his effectiveness here was somewhat undermined by the fact that the film did not shoot with synch sound (as was common in Hong Kong up until a year or so ago) and the original actors did not do their own dubbing in post-production. So instead of Francis Ng, you get someone doing a weird soft-spoken Francis Ng impersonation.


At one point, the film even shows a second-long clip of the disturbing Sadako video from Ring, though it has nothing to do with the actual plot. There's also the old man who is the key to figuring out much of the mystery, a body that needs to be properly laid to rest in order to end the curse, and the revelation at some point that what they thought was the answer was, in fact, wrong. For people who have seen Ring, the greater plot is very familiar indeed, and that hurts the film. It hurts mainly because this movie is no Ring, and having so many images and elements lifted from the superior film means you're going to sit there for much of the film thinking about how much better Ring was.

Ming and Mo figure out that the spirit-raising game has summoned an angry ghost who is tricking everyone into killing themselves. Efforts to figure out a way to stop the ghost are confused when people with no connection t the game start dying as well. And why is it that Ming, who didn't take part in the game, can see the ghost? As in Ring, it becomes a race against the clock to solve the mystery before it claims the lives of more people. Although built in pretty much the same fashion as the plot from Ring the writing here is not entirely derivative. There are some fairly unique twists and surprises that keep the movie from being a complete joke. Although undermined by the huge amount of cribbing of images and scenes the film does, somewhere beneath the Ring-exploitation was a halfway decent story that never got a fair chance.

Mo's weird little crackpot theories about the transference of emotion are actually somewhat interesting within the context of the film, though I always wonder why every professor in every horror or sci-fi film is always featured in a lecture scene during which they're espousing some half-baked pet hypothesis. I had my fair share of crackpot professors, but none of them spent the entire class period rambling on about the "the lost amulet of Nagath-nor" or anything like that. Yet film professors are always on about something similar. Mo's lecture is about how emotion can become a sort of energy that can be transferred from one source to another. That's why we feel sad when we watch a sad movie or feel angry when we watch Saving Silverman. As far as crackpot theories go, it's not a bad one, and it ties in well with the plot of the movie revolving around a murder victim (who was an actress, just to keep the theme going) who transfers her rage in the form of a ghost.

The most notable different between the films is in the female reporter. While Reiko was the driving force behind the action in The Ring, Cissy's role here is more or less disposable. She's there to shout at her brother for hanging out with people who summon demons, and she's there to be a convenient link between Ming and Mo. The love triangle between her, Mo, and her fiancee Jack attempts to give her character some reason for being in the film, but it's never really developed to the point that it matters much. When Mo accepts the ghost's curse alongside Cissy in the end so he can help her survive the attack, it could just have easily happened without the underdeveloped subplot involving Jack. The subplot doesn't hurt the film; it just doesn't add much to it.

With Cissy relegated to the ranks of screaming woman, her brother Ming, who works closely with Mo to unravel the mystery surrounding just what ghost it is they've awakened, picks up the action. Although he's on screen a lot, Ming fails to develop into an interesting character. When the plot throws us one it's many somewhat successful curveballs toward the end, the fact that it involves a character as bland as Ming saps it of some of the power. Additionally, the fact that almost no character other than Mo generates any sort of sympathy means that the movie fails to create any sense of urgency or tension. With Ring, a mounting sense of hysteria grew from the fact that we actually liked Ryuji and Reiko, and we even liked their weird little son. We didn't want to see them succumb to the curse. We wanted to see them succeed, and we wanted that because the film took time to establish positive character traits for them. With Wicked Ghost, we meet most of the cast during the seance, and their next scene is the one in which they die. In between, there is nothing to make us feel like we should care one way or the other.

Even with all his screen time, Ming doesn't fare much better. Part of the problem again is the dub job. Dubbing Hong Kong movies was pretty much the way things were done, and still are for most low-budget productions. It was a practical decision more than anything. Shooting synched sound is expensive, for one. Since Hong Kong films were seen by as many Mandarin speakers as they were Cantonese speakers, and since the differences between the two dialects make them more or less different languages, the films would be dubbed anyway for the Mandarin speakers. Not shooting with sound also meant that multiple productions could occupy the same limited real estate in Hong Kong for location work. Most of the time, the actors would come in and do their own voices, and the end effect was such that you could hardly tell. Sometimes, certain actors would even dub their own Mandarin tracks as well. And of course, Jet Li was almost always dubbed by someone else regardless of the language, because he has a chipmunk voice.

Why they went with entirely different actors to do the dubbing in Wicked Ghost is beyond me. How expensive can Gigi Lai and Gabriel Harrison (Ming) be? A good actor can survive a bad dub job, which is why Francis Ng emerges in fair condition, but Gabriel Harrison is pretty green, and his facial expressions and body language are not effective enough to compensate for the lackluster dubbing. In one scene, as he watches his girlfriend become possessed by the ghost and attempt to kill herself by eating a party mix of pills, the general idea is that he's too paralyzed by fear to simply rush over and stop her. The weak voice work combined with Gabriel's pouty expression make it come across as if he's simply too lazy or unconcerned to walk across the room and deal with the problem. The viewers have to keep reminding themselves that there's a ghost in the room, because the movie itself fails to communicate that.

Looking scared is harder than you might think. Your average terrified person doesn't stop to make a mental note of how their face contorts when they're seized by terror. The common manifestation is to simply scream and scrunch your nose up. If you've ever been really scared, and I mean really really scared, you know that screaming is one of the least likely reactions to the situation. It's actually a lot subtler, and Gabriel Harrison hasn't got it down yet. Hiroyuki Sanada has a wonderful look of terror at the end of Ring when he has his revelation about the ghost. It's a face twitch and a look of bewildered horror that is beautifully communicated. When you see it, you can nod and go, "Yep, that's the look of a terrified man." Although it's an unlikely source, another of film's greatest looks of terror comes in the beginning of Ghostbusters. When Dan Akroyd and Harold Ramis are running out of the library after being frightened by a ghost, the "I'm about to puke" look of panic on Akroyd's face is priceless, and even though it's a comedy, it's a perfect glimpse of a genuinely scared person.

Harrison's best offering is to look vaguely confused. It doesn't do the trick, and especially in the scene where his possessed girlfriend is gobbling prescription drugs, it works against his character.

As Cissy's fiancee Jack, Mok Ga-yiu is somewhat successful. He plays one of those guys who is sort of a dick, but not in a way where you can really just hate him. He doesn't actually do anything bad; he just seems like he might. Gigi Lai is an experienced actress, but she's given so little to do here that it really doesn't matter one way or the other.

Technically the film is somewhat awkward. Hong Kong horror has always favored weird point-of-view zooms and Hitchcockian weird angles and camera tricks. There's nothing in Leung's direction that is so bad you could brand it an outright fault, but the movie does possess the look of what it is: someone's second film. There's an inexperience to the proceedings, and that results in tension lost. Leung hasn't really got down how to build anxiety or deliver a sufficient pay-off. Most of the films attempts at scares consist of something popping into view along with a blast of "fright" music. Unfortunately, it telegraphs just about all these instances, so you don't even get the cheap jump. Although the plot manages to rise above what you might expect, the actual composition of the film never escapes predictability. With a few exceptions, you know when the scare attempts are coming, and you know what they're going to look like. It's a marked difference between this movie and Ring, which I found to be one of the most successfully and genuinely scary horror films I'd seen in a long time.

A Wicked Ghost isn't totally without chills, though, and from time to time you can catch a glimpse of potential in Leung's work. The trappings of Chinese superstition always lend an air of eeriness to things, but Leung's most successful segments come when the investigation into the origins of the ghost lead Ming to an abandoned village that was the scene of a mass murder/suicide spree in which sixty-six people were killed in a span of three days. The setting itself is creepy by default, even in broad daylight, but when Ming wanders into a decrepit temple, Leung has one of his best moments. The camera pans around in point-of-view style, taking in all the decay, but when it comes back in the direction from which it came, we begin to catch glimpses of hunched over figures kneeling in the rubble. It's the film's most effective moment, although the shot in which Ming sees the ghost clinging to the back of one of his friend's is pretty good as well.

Likewise little images here and there, like the long-haired ghost sinking slowly into a pond or a scene in a washroom where the ghost of an old guy just wanders in to freak people out. There's also a decent scene in which a character morphs into the ghost. Sure, the movie fails more than it succeeds, but the successes are actually pretty creepy. Leung manages to subvert the familiar world by placing these otherworldly apparitions in very run-of-the-mill settings with nothing special about them. Traditionally in Hong Kong horror, supernatural shenanigans are accompanied by someone shining green spotlights all over the place, green being the color of all things ghostly in Chinese mythology. Leung avoids the obvious in this respect, opting instead (possibly because of budgetary constraints) to play the scenes straight. For me, seeing some creepy ghost limp around an otherwise normal apartment is scarier than if that apartment was suddenly bathed in a green glow. One of the most effective ways to unnerve people is to warp what they think they know.

And then there's the ghost, Mei. Yes indeed she's 100% a rip-off of Sadako from Ring. But you know what? Even in light of that, she's still a little spooky. Sadako had one of the most effective, creepy appearances of any creature in any horror film. Just imagine glancing out the window to see her standing on the corner of the street, slowly coming toward you. Sadako's look was a stroke of horror genius, and any movie that rips that look off is going to reap a little residual chill from it. Original? Not in the least, but it still works.

Flashes of good filmmaking are part of what make this movie frustrating. It's not without its merits. Although shamelessly distilled from The Ring, the story is not bad. Revelations about the fate of the woman who would become the vengeful ghost result in a sympathy for her that is, unfortunately, somewhat bungled in the finale. There are enough twists to keep the story interesting, and if more thought had been put into the characters, the movie might have survived being a Ring knock-off and acquired more of an audience. It's a fairly accessible mix of Chinese myth and good ol' fashioned ghost story that translates into any culture, but the slapdash nature of the characters is shallow even for a horror film.


The final scene is something of a flawed gem as well. There is no real resolution to the problem of Mei slinking around and killing people. Sure, Mo and Cissy manage to break the curse on them, but what about all the other people? In a nice bit of writing, the woman who had a husband who was willing to kill her in order to save himself is moved by Mo, who in contrast to Mei's husband is willing to sacrifice himself in order to save Cissy. It wuold seem at first that this act has quelled Mei's murderous rage, but then Jack goes and attracts her attention, and we see that it's really only Mo and Cissy who have been saved. What becomes of Mei and of the other innocent people who were unwittingly cursed remains unknown.

A Wicked Ghost is more ambitious than it is successful, but even ambition is an admirable trait in a movie that could have just been a rip-off with no attempt to do anything different. From his filmography as writer and director, one has to assume that Tony Leung loves horror films, and as I said in the beginning, I appreciate his attempts to keep horror in Hong Kong alive. As flawed as A Wicked Ghost is, there is effort put into it. Tony Leung isn't just some Wong Jing type who will dash any old crap off to make a fast buck off a trend. No, Leung may have been hoping to cash in on Ring's success, but he was also looking to make a good film. There's effort behind the direction, effort behind the writing, and there's effort behind the acting. That the effort is never fully realized or that it is undercut by bad dubbing doesn't change the fact that the attempt alone is worth at least one viewing.

Within the realm of Hong Kong horror, A Wicked Ghost looks better despite it's sundry flaws. It avoids entirely the tendency toward sophomoric slapstick comedy that so many other Hong Kong horror films can't help but indulge. It plays itself straight and with more respect for classical horror than you usually see from Hong Kong. It also manages to be more than just a series of shots in which five people scream and run from one room to another, which is a description that fits more than a few Hong Kong chillers. The fact that it steals fromRing means that it also attempts to be as good. It isn't, but it's better for having tried. Characters are bland, but they're not annoying. Well, Jack is sort of annoying, but we can forgive him. There is a lot that isn't good about this film, but there's a lot that is could, or could have been could with just a little more tweaking.

One thing that keeps the movie slightly alien to non-Chinese viewers would be the rather blase and at times downright callous attitudes toward death some of the characters exhibit. Part of this can be attributed to the bad voice acting, but part of it just grows from a culture where the dead are dealt with in a different fashion, like constant companions hopping around the netherworld. My favorite example of this is in a scene where an older guy is on an elevator and is suddenly approached by the ghost of a dead loved one. Perhaps you would react with fright, or maybe you'd just go into shock. His reaction is simply to make a sort of annoyed face and go, "Leave me alone. You're already dead." Within the framework of Hong Kong horror films, people don't react especially strongly to death because the assumption is that ghosts exist, and that is that. There's very little skepticism presented. In light of that, it's not so difficult to understand why people aren't more upset by death. They know whoever has died is still lurking around somewhere; they're just in a different form.


To say A Wicked Ghost is one the better straight horror films in Hong Kong isn't saying much. For one, there just aren't that many films like it that play it straight with the horror instead of resorting to slapstick antics, softcore porn, or kungfu - or all of the above. Hong Kong has never been shy about mixing genres, after all. What does exist really isn't very good. Biozombie is a decent measuring stick since both are from around the same time, and both are more in line with American and Japanese horror films than is usual for Hong Kong fare. Biozombie is a better-looking movie, with a bigger budget and better acting. A Wicked Ghost is the more enjoyable film, in my opinion, because the characters aren't nearly as shrill and the plot endeavors to be more than just run-of-the-mill video game mentality nonsense. It tries to be somewhat intelligent, somewhat peculiar. I'd watch it again, where as I'm a lot less likely to ever want to endure all the shrieking and idiotic comedy of Biozombie.

It isn't entirely successful, but truth be told, I enjoyed A Wicked Ghost. It's an underdog of a film. Sort of sloppy. Not fully realized. Full of problems, not the least of which being the fact that it steals en masse from Ring, sometimes just for the hell of it. But by God, despite all that, the movie tries hard. Tony Leung puts his heart into writing a script that strives to be more than a collection of scenes in which people run around screaming. He summons up the spirit of a good horror film, and although it doesn't quite materialize, the end result is still interesting and, at least for me, fairly enjoyable once I got over the Ring rips. I appreciate that it sticks to horror convention and doesn't wander all over the place in an attempt to be all things to all audiences. No kungfu, no wacky hijinks, no lame comic relief characters. Just straight-up horror. It's still a rarity in Hong Kong, and that makes this film something special.

Far from a perfect film, but not a bad film, A Wicked Ghost deserves a look if for no other reason than it tried to be something a little more than the usual fare. If you're a fan of Ring and all the associated works that came with it, then you should check out this movie, even if it's just as a curiosity piece. If you're just looking for some interesting horror, you could do worse than A Wicked Ghost. If the future of horror in Hong Kong rests in the hands of Tony Leung, we won't be getting any high works of art, just like he won't be getting any big budgets. But we've got a guy over there who seems to genuinely likes horror and who seems to want to experiment with it a little. We've got a guy who might do something pretty good in the future, and who will at least be interesting to watch progress.

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Monday, September 01, 2003

Ring

1998, Japan. Starring Nanako Matsushima, Hiroyuki Sanada, Miki Nakatani, Yuko Takeuchi, Hitomi Sato, Yoichi Numata, Yutaka Matsushige, Katsumi Muramatsu, Rikiya Otaka, Masako, Daisuke Ban, Kiyoshi Risho, Masahiko Ono, Yoko Oshima, Kiriko Shimizu. Directed by Hideo Nakata.

Scary movies are hard to come by. Gory? No problem. Sorta cool and creepy? Sure, we got those in spades. But genuinely scary movies are rare as diamonds and, to be, infinitely more valuable. There is something wonderfully affirming about watching a movie that keeps you awake at night, that gives you eerie nightmares. There's something wonderful about a film that makes you afraid to get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, or that makes you nervous about the fact that the closet door is open just a crack.

It's a delightful rush of adrenaline and apprehension, but scary movies have almost become a thing of the past. Too often, people are simply interested in delivering (and having delivered to them) flashy special effects and "style." Thus a scary movie like the classic The Haunting gets turned into another "dazzling feast for the eyes" that leaves the soul and the brain still hungry for more. Bring on the scare, man! I can watch any hundred films for cool special effects, but the well from which to draw truly frightening films is well nigh dried up.

I can't remember the last time I watched a movie that, pure and simple, scared the hell out of me. Blair Witch Project was supposed to, and there for a little while I, like many other people, was regurgitating the line "It didn't scare me at first, but after I thought about it a while, then it scared me." But then I thought about it for an additional day, and instead of scaring me, it just sort of annoyed me. After that, even camping alone in the woods wasn't enough to summon up whatever power the film was supposed to have, though I will freely admit that it has, if nothing else, two genuinely scary scenes that still retain their ability to send shivers coursing through my aging body. The first is when they are camping one night, and then very faintly from the outside you can hear the voices of children laughing. Very effective. The second scene is actually an incidental shot as they stumble through the dilapidated old house at the end. As the camera moves up a flight of stairs, you catch a momentary shot of dozens of little handprints on a crumbling wall. Again, a wonderful moment. I'm just sad that the rest of the movie didn't hold up as well and simply became an exercise in tedium and annoyance as I watched a bunch of clueless city-folk wander around in the woods shouting at each other.

Was this to be it? Two brief moments of fright amid years of films? It seemed so, especially with the horror genre boasting such chilling chum as Valentine and Urban Legend: Final Cut. It would seem that any movie valuing atmosphere, characterization, suspense, and genuine scares was going to be little more than fond memory, that I would have to spend the rest of my days simply watching my tapes of the original Haunting, Carnival of Souls, and The Changeling with no hope of anything new to make me lie there with my eyes wide open, wondering what the hell that sound was.

And then along came Japan. Ah, Japan, my salvation! Just as Hong Kong swooped in to save me from the doldrums of 1980s American action excess (and just as Korea later swept in to save me from the same thing in Hong Kong), Japan came to my rescue in the late 1990s by staging a horror revolution. While they cranked out plenty of atrocity exhibits that got by on gore and tastelessness alone, Japanese filmmakers were also rediscovering the age-old pleasures of simply scaring people, or at least creeping them out with eerie rather than gross imagery. Thanks in part to a boom in horror related manga, but thanks primarily to the discovery of the fact that Japanese girls were really into chilling horror movies, the scare revolution began with films like Birth of the Wizard and a movie that will go down in history as one of the most effective horror films of all time, The Ring.

On the surface, there is nothing especially fancy about the movie. The plot is familiar territory that has been explored countless times by other films. The direction is, for the most part, top notch but straight-forward, showcasing none of the wild innovation or surrealism of other Japanese horror films, like Uzumaki. In fact, the direction is almost clinical, documentary fashion stuff that reminds me of George Romero's scientific approach in many ways. The dialogue, the acting, and everything else is very good but not anything that sets new standards for quality.

So what is it, you may then be wondering, that makes The Ring so damn good? For starters, it uses its simplicity to great advantage. While some writers pile half-baked subplots and digressions on top of each others like the angry and sullen clambering over one another in the muck of the fifth ring of Hell, in an attempt to give their stories some false sense of depth or importance, Takahashi Hiroshi's screenplay (based on the novel by Koji Suzuki) keeps the story fairly straight-forward, which ultimately makes the twists and shocks that much more startling. Sometimes, as I've maintained before, the simplest things are the best things, and there's no need to mask yourself with dishonest complexities when the straight-forward, honest core is so powerful.

Director Hideo Nakata also understands the concept of dramatic tension, the ability to build up an overwhelming sense of dread rather than go for the three-second shock of a spring-loaded cat popping up at the characters or the "sneaking up behind my friend to grab their shoulder" scare employed by every lesser horror film known to man. As always, it reminds me of the famous story told by Alfred Hitchcock when trying to explain the basic concept of tension, which was relayed back in the review of Tokaido Yatsuya Kaidan. Sadly, it is a skill that seems completely lost on the vast bulk of horror filmmakers today, not to mention going unappreciated by fans whose only real desire is to see a head or Jennifer Love' Hewitt's button-down top explode. I know I sound like the old horror fogy that I am when I bemoan such events, but so it goes. It's not like I'm opposed to sex 'n' gore, to which many of the reviews here will attest, but liking one doesn't mean you can't mourn the passing of another. The other night, I was sitting around watching Bride of Frankenstein, thinking about how no horror movie that emotionally engaging or developed would ever be made today. There's room for all types of horror, but no one seems interested in anything that relies of character or plot development.

Well, no one but the Japanese. Nakata handles the progression of the story with superb mastery, always favoring restraint over the cheap shock, allowing the sense of weirdness and dread to build throughout the entire film until, by the end, it is very nearly unbearable, and you find yourself white-knuckled and clutching the chair in anticipation of what's coming next. That, in my opinion, is effective horror. Any buffoon can make a teenager jump by having one of those lame "shocks" like the cat or the sneaking friend, and big deal. You can make someone jump by just sitting next to them and suddenly yelling "boo!" for no reason. The Ring isn't as base in its approach, opting instead to go the route blazed by classic horror films like The Haunting and Psycho or even Dawn of the Dead. It's the type of scare that stays with you for days, even weeks, after the movie is over.

The Ring opens in classic horror film form, with two young girls home alone. One of them is telling a story about a cursed videotape. Once you are finished watching it, you get a mysterious phone call predicting your death in exactly one week, and then of course, one week later, you wind up dead. The second girl, Tomoko, isn't as amused by this story as her friend, what with her and a group of friends having watched what may very well have been the cursed tape of growing urban legend fame one week ago. Tomoko tries to pass it off as nothing, but when the phone starts ringing, fear starts to rise. The entire scene, though hardly original or unpredictable, is beautifully paced. Even if you figure you know what's going to happen, it still keeps you on pins and needles.

Enter then a sharp female reporter named Reiko, who works for what seems to be some sort of paranormal newspaper, or just a crappy sensationalist newspaper, possibly the New York Daily News. Reiko's curiosity regarding the cursed video is piqued when one of her own relatives' death is attributed to having seen the tape. Unfortunately, none of the other schoolgirls around can give any straight or concrete information regarding the tape. In classic urban legend form, it's always a friend of a friend, or a friend who heard from this guy. A little investigative journalism uncovers the fact that a group of high schoolers from a nearby school have indeed all been dying off in strange, unexplained fashion, and they were all down in a rented cabin in the province of Izu.

Reiko makes the drive down to Izu to snoop around the cabin and eventually runs across a videocassette left behind by the kids. Although hesitant at first, Reiko soon pops the tape in a VCR and watches the bizarre, nonsensical few minutes of footage it contains, realizing immediately that this is the tape. Upon its conclusion, the phone in the cabin rings. What is said, if anything, is unclear, but it's enough to freak out Reiko.

Back in the world, Reiko is increasingly upset by the video and the subsequent phone call. She enlists the aid of her ex-husband, Ryuji, a college professor who seems to have some sort of psychic ability. Ryuji is played by none other than Hiroyuki Sanada, one of the crown jewels (along with Sonny Chiba and Etsuko Shiomi) of the Japan Action Club during the 1970s and 1980s, not to mention being Michelle Yeoh's co-star in the classic Hong Kong action film Royal Warriors. Although well versed in the paranormal, Ryuji is a natural skeptic and figures the tape to be nothing more than urban legend. He not only watches it, but has Reiko make him a copy so he can watch it over and over in an attempt to study and decipher the content. I guess he figures if you're going to die after watching it once, you might as well annoy whatever malevolent force is behind it by watching it as many times as possible. Alleviating Reiko's own fear somewhat is the fact that Ryuji receives no phone call after watching the video.

I wish I could say the same for me, however. In a lovely and more than a little unsettling coincidence, mere seconds after watching the scene in which Reiko views the cursed video for the first time, I got a call on the phone. Strange enough that I get a call, having as I do very few friends who use the phone. It was made more suspicious by the fact that it was around three in the morning, and even my friends aren't rude enough to call that late without warning me ahead of time. Needless to say, I was as amused as I was scared to pick up the phone, and that's a positive sign that the movie really managed to succeed in delivering the creepiness. Turns out it was some strung out dude calling the wrong number. Suffice it to say that The Ring will make you regard both your television and your phone with a little more suspicion.

As the week drags on, however, her fears begin to rise again, especially after her young son finds the tape and watches it himself. Determined to unravel the mystery, just in case something sinister is happening, Ryuji and Reiko follow a trail of clues to a small fishing island that was once the home of a woman with soothsaying powers. After being humiliated during a press conference meant to celebrate her powers, she and the professor who had "discovered" her went into hiding. A revelation on the island leads the duo back to Izu and the old cabin, where the final answer to what is happening lies deep underground. Or so it would seem. When doing a final bit of research to close the bizarre turn of events entirely, Ryuji discovers one more piece of the macabre puzzle that only Reiko can solve.

It's an old story, one you've probably heard before, but The Ring pulls it off with such subtlety and effectiveness that it completely disarms you and keeps you guessing. Sure, you know what is supposed to happen in these sorts of ghost stories, but you're never quite sure if the movie is going to go that route or forge off into some completely unexpected territory. It never allows you the comfort of familiarity even within a familiar type of story, and the end result is one of constant, growing fear. It truly is a beautiful experience to get this scared by such a seemingly simple movie.

It's smart enough not only to avoid tipping its hand too early in the game and relying on horror film clichés to carry it through, but it also knows to avoid other obvious plot devices. In an American film, a story of two divorced people thrust together again by unusual circumstances would invariably become a story about them getting back together. That piece of crap Tri-Star Godzilla movie was basically a giant monster wrapping on a tired old "reconcile our past" romance with absolutely no imagination. While the characters of Reiko and Ryuji in The Ring are placed in similar circumstances, the plot never allows them to spoil things by turning into a shallow mockery of soul-searching with one of those "Why did we break up?" scenes with the predictable "Maybe we just loved each other too much" answers. There is no romance in The Ring, although it's hinted that Ryuji may have been involved with one of his students. It keeps the movie focused on what it is supposed to be doing, which is scaring us.

The handling of psychic phenomenon is also well done. Ryuji's "powers" are not as ludicrously illustrated as having him stand in a room and shoot wavy special effects out of his forehead or anything like that. Instead, his psychic ability is depicted realistically, or as realistically as you'd like to thing psychic abilities could be depicted. It's nothing especially magical. Instead, he simply seems to be very adept at reading people rather than reading their minds, interpreting body language, reactions, and reading between the lines of statements to extrapolate some hidden truth. It's nothing outside the realm of believability in the real world, and keeping the story grounded in very down-to-earth trappings is what helps elevate the horror of the truly fantastic elements when they come. Once again, subtlety and restraint prove to be two of the film's greatest tools for constructing genuine, lasting horror.

On top of the expertly constructed plot is some fine acting. Sanada is, of course, a veteran, though here he gets to prove to genre fans that he can act as well as he can kick and shoot lasers. Actress Nanako Matsushimi, who plays Reiko, had very little experience before this film, acting in only a couple television movies. She is superb, wonderfully pulling off a character who is smart, determined, believable, and also not afraid to be afraid. And when she is afraid, you can feel it, and the palpable nature of her fright only helps augment your own fear. Despite what you may think, pulling off a strong, believable female character (or male, for that matter) is not an easy task. Sure, any hack director can plop a woman down in a scene and have her unload clip after clip into advancing bad guys without showing the slightest hint of fear, but that's not exactly the sort of strength to which one can relate. Nor does it show very much character. And finally, it doesn't help that this supposed bad-ass is almost always played by a model turned actress who maybe weighs ninety pounds and has all the muscle definition of David Spade.

The character of Reiko, on the other hand, demonstrates a much more believable type of strength. She's not perfect, maybe even needs to ask for help, but she is smart, determined, and willing to forge ahead even when she's wracked by fear. Nothing about her is overblown or of such preposterous proportions that she becomes unbelievable as an actual person. A weakly written script would have her seem like a superwoman who can solve any and everything thrown her way. Instead, we get a woman who perseveres and moves ahead regardless of her inability to answer every single question on her own. There's a reason that this movie helped open the door for what has become known as "schoolgirl horror" in Japan, that is horror movies featuring strong but not cartoonishly infallible lead heroines. Par of The Ring's success can doubtlessly be attributed to the fact that it doesn't pander to not insult women, refusing to treat them as politically correct uber-women or as stumbling helpless bimbos. Instead, it gives us a very noble, believable, and imperfect heroine, and that character resonated deeply with lots of girls who saw the movie.

Reiko's young son is also well played. Little kids in films, especially in horror films, are always an iffy proposition. More times than not, they drag the movie down with them into a kicking, screaming, whining mess. The children are often insufferably irksome, or they are in a plot where they save the day and exhibit skill and intelligence far beyond what is believable even for one of those genius super-babies. Additionally, most films with children in them never really want to upset potential parental audience members by putting the kid in any real danger, so you know that ultimately nothing is going to happen. The Ring suffers from none of these fatal flaws. The young Yoichi is rarely the center of attention, and when he is, child actor Rikiya Otaka is somber, soft-spoken, and completely devoid of the annoying traits most children in movies (and in real life, for that matter) tend to exhibit. Because of this, when his fate is called into question by his viewing the videotape, you actually don't want to see him die a horrible and mysterious death. Funny how much more effective a film can be when you don't want bad things to happen to the characters. I wish more horror writers and directors would realize this.

The icing on the cake is the music, which by itself is enough to illicit nightmares. Composed by Kenji Kawai, who also did the phenomenal soundtrack for Ghost in the Shell, it is perfectly suited for the film, sounding as it does like a cross between wailing souls, scraping metal, and something that Coil might have concocted on that unused Hellraiser soundtrack they did. It's just one more difference between successful horror like The Ring, and the other crap we have out there that eschews using music to set the mood and instead uses an unrelated parade of pop hits to sell soundtrack CDs.

It's an amazing film in every aspect, and for my money, it will remain one of the greatest and scariest horror films of all time, easily ranking among the past classics. Intelligent writing and masterful filmmaking elevate the proceedings far above the herd, and what is in one sense little more than a very good popcorn movie takes on much deeper qualities. The struggle of modern Japan and the modern Japanese against a very ancient, and traditional terror, not to mention the use of a relatively modern technology as the manifestation of this terror, speaks volumes without hitting us over the head with clumsily and heavy-handedly handled messages. There's also a well-crafted message in the film about a generation of parents who allow the television to do the child rearing without any real regard for what it is the kids are watching, even if it's violent pro wrestling shows or cursed video tapes. Again, the message is there but not at the forefront of the movie, never overshadowing the simple, visceral delight of being scared out of your wits by a movie. The Ring is a testament to quality horror filmmaking and should be required viewing for any fan of the genre.

The popularity of the film spawned all sorts of mildly confusing offspring. Both The Ring 2 and The Spiral are sequels, though made by different people and following different paths. Ring 2 is generally considered to be the official sequel, with The Spiral being a somewhat official sequel, but not really. Both films are quite good. Another rarity in the horror genre, I suppose: sequels that, while not quite as good as the original, are still very good. A television show was also made, and a third film, Ring 0, followed part two. Rather than continuing the story, however, part three is a prequel (thus the zero in the title), and by the time it was made, the magic (not to mention the director) had left the series, resulting in a movie that is at best a pale and distant echo of the original. On top of all that, a Korean film called Ring Virus based on the same original novel was made. That movie is also quite good.

Far and away the best thing about The Ring, and the real proof of just how solid a chiller it is, is that a week after watching it and thus watching the cursed video in the film, you'll start to get fidgety and start thinking about how maybe you should be making copies for your friends and enemies and inviting them over for a viewing.

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