Friday, April 27, 2007Enter the Eagles
1998, Hong Kong. Starring Shannon Lee, Michael Wong, Anita Yuen, Jordan Chan, Benny Urquidez, J.J. Perry. Directed by Cory Yuen Kwai.
Benny Urquidez vs. Shannon Lee? Sign me up! This is one of those DVDs that has been sitting around on my shelves for years, and it's always on that list of "things I should just sit down and watch this week but then they never get watched." Well, now that I've finally gotten around to it, my initial impression is that I shouldn't have let it sit around for so long, but in a way I'm glad I did. I shouldn't have let it sit around for so long because it was pretty fun; and I'm glad I let it sit around for so long, because watching it now, so long after the fact, it was like a visit from an old friend, provided that friend is "the way they used to make Hong Kong action films in the 80s and early 90s." No CGI (well, no CGI fights), minimal wirework, actors who are better fighters than they are actors -- man, I miss this stuff. Oh yeah, and Shannon Lee fights Benny Urquidez. In an exploding blimp.
But let's begin at the beginning, or at least what will pass as the beginning for our purposes here. First of all, this movie has a pretty impressive Hong Kong action pedigree. Director Cory Yuen was one of the "Seven Little Fortunes," the group of Peking Opera students that included, among others, Jackie Chan, Sammo Hung, Yuen Biao, and Yuen Wah. I'm going to assume that readers of Teleport City know who these guys are. If you don't know, then you best turn your computer off and go watch Project A, Dragons Forever, Young Master, Prodigal Boxer, and Eastern Condors. We'll still be here when you get back. Cory Yuen proved himself an able enough actor in supporting roles, but it was behind the camera, as director, that Yuen really found his calling. Although he doesn't have what you might call a recognizable style of direction, what he does do is put the camera in the right place and let the actors do their thing. Few directors were able to shoot the breakneck style of 80s action they way Cory Yuen could. His first martial arts directing job in 1982 with Tower of the Death, retitled Game of Death II and turned into an even more outrageously shameless Bruce Lee exploitation film than the first Game of Death. What gets lost beneath all the Bruce Lee exploitation, however, is the fact that Tower of Death is actually pretty damn good. If you disconnect it from the clones of Bruce Lee movies that plagued the 70s and 80s, then you can appreciate the film for its own merits, which are considerable. From there, Yuen went on to direct a string of what are considered some of the very best and defining Hong Kong action films of the 1980s, including Ninja in the Dragon's Den, Yes Madam, Righting Wrongs, Dragons Forever, Blonde Fury, and She Shoots Straight. From the very first, Yuen's talent really seemed to be for bringing out the very best in female fighters. Michelle Yeoh, Cynthia Rothrock, and Joyce Godenzi were all at the very top of their game under Yuen's solid guidance. At the same time, he became one of the very first of the big names to attempt with some success to cross over into the American market. No Retreat, No Surrender may not be a great film, but it was a well-known movie that pretty much everyone rented at some point. It's most notable, of course, for introducing the world to Jean Claude Van Damme. I know, I know...his big screen debut was actually as the knee-squeezing gay kickboxer with a keen sportscar in Forever Monaco, or as the dayglo spandex wearing dancer on the beach in Breakin', but No Retreat No Surrender is the first time Van Damme got to sell himself as some sort of a martial arts bad-ass, albeit a Russian one.
In the 1990s, Yuen made the switch from straight-forward action to the wire-laden fantasy kungfu that became so popular during that decade, and while many fans lamented the passing of the 80s style of stunt-heavy, wire-free insanity, Yuen never the less continued to crank out a string of mega-hits, starting with the two Savior of the Soul films but really kicking into high gear once he teamed with the 1990s ruler of the martial world, Jet Li. Cory Yuen directed Li in a slew of fan favorites, including two Fong Sai-yuk films, Bodyguard from Beijing (which I thought was awful), New Legend of Shaolin (Jet Li does a kungfu version of Lone Wolf and Cub), and My Father is a Hero (featuring the infamous "tie my kid to a rope and use him like a kungfu yo-yo" scene). It was round about that time, unfortunately, that the bottom fell out of the Hong Kong movie industry. Action films were hit especially hard. They quickly fell out of style, and most of the beloved stars of the 80s and 90s were too old or just too beat up to sustain that style of film making. In addition, a number of the most beloved female stars of the action genre either retired or left Hong Kong to pursue film making elsewhere. And suddenly Hong Kong realized that there were no new Jackie Chans or Michelle Yeohs waiting in the wings, no matter how hard they tried to convince us that Stephen Fung and Nicolas Tse were awesome. Things just weren't the same. But Yuen soldiered on, and the less he could depend on his actors for solid martial arts action, the more he depended on special effects. 1998's Enter the Eagles would be the last film he'd make (for a while, anyway) featuring a cast of able fighters relying on their own skills and the time-tested 80s style of action filmmaking. A couple years later, he would make the special effects laden flop Avenging Fist, originally meant to be a Tekken (some fighting video game) film until someone realized they forgot to actually buy the rights to make a Tekken film. After that, Yuen once again found cross-over success in America with The Transporter, starring Jason Statham, then returned to Hong Kong to resurrect the moribund "Girls with Guns" genre so popular in the 90s. The result was So Close, and while it's hardly Yes Madam or Righting Wrongs in terms of the quality of legitimate kungfu choreography, it's still a damn fun film.
And since he apparently learned nothing from Avenging Fist, Yuen tried his hand a video-game adaptation movie again in 2006, this time with the American film DOA. But we'll talk about that one soon enough. If Enter the Eagles is Yuen's old school swan song (and that's only if you consider the 1990s old school, which they really aren't), then at least he aligned a proper set of players for the going away party. Anita Yuen was one of the most ubiquitous faces in 1990s Hong Kong cinema, though that industry's flavor of the week attitude with many of its female stars meant that she went from A-list megastar to B-list mainstay pretty quickly. But she cut her teeth in dramas like Cie La Vie, Mon Cherie, and comedies like Tsui Hark's Chinese Feast and Stephen Chow's Bond film send-up From Beijing with Love, as well as showing up to do nothing in the Jackie Chan film Thunderbolt. By 1998, she wasn't exactly in demand, but western fans of HK films still adored her, and I was certainly happy to see her back in action, even if she's not exactly believable as an action star (she looks to weigh all of 80 pounds). What she lacks in action cred, though, she certainly makes up for in genuine acting ability.
And then there is Jordan Chan, one of the most promising young stars of the latter half of the 1990s, part of what I like to call the Hong Kong Triad Brat Pack -- that group of young actors who all made names for themselves starring in Young and Dangerous movies. Those films were the bane of my existence when they first came out, largely because it seems like a new one came out every other week, and all of a sudden all anyone was making was "young triad dude" movies. I actually quite like most of them now, and even when I didn't, I liked Jordan Chan. He was a good actor and he had genuine charisma, unlike Triad Brat Pack compatriot Ekin Cheng, who had great hair but not much else. I don't think Chan's ever gotten material that was up to his ability, but I've never the less enjoyed a lot of his movies, including several that no one else seems to enjoy (like Downtown Torpedoes, which is marginally less plausible a story than Enter the Eagles). Both Yuen and Chan deliver pretty much all their dialog in Cantonese, allowing for them to escape the awkwardness of having to perform in a language they don't understand. Of course, this means that people speak Cantonese to English speakers, and vice versa, without any indication that they are speaking different languages. Sort of like how Han Solo can understand Wookie, and Chewbacca can understand English, but you never hear Han speaking Wookie or Chewbacca speaking English.
But Anita and Jordan are only the supporting players here. It became increasingly popular through the late 1990s to "internationalize" Hong Kong action films, most likely because the market for action films was so awful in Hong Kong, but interest in the films was still on the rise in the United States as guys like John Woo and Yuen Wo-ping (no relation to either Cory Yuen or Anita Yuen, who also are not related to one another. Cory Yuen's real last name isn't even Yuen) crossed over into quasi-mainstream recognition (meaning that anyone who paid close attention to movies knew about them, as opposed to just anyone who paid close attention to Hong Kong movies). Unfortunately for Hong Kong, their attempts to internationalize their action films involved two steps: 1) hire a guy who speaks some English to write a bunch of English dialog for the movie, and 2) hire some no-name Caucasian actors to deliver the dialog, or make your Hong Kong cast do phonetic memorization. The end results are, at their best, laughable. The bad writing and amateurish delivery actually did more to keep films from achieving cross-over success. The Caucasian actors were really bad, and many times what passes for understandable sounding English dialog from and to non-English speakers is nearly unintelligible to native English speakers. Ringo Lam's Undeclared War was one of the very early efforts using this model, but that was too early. The first real international efforts came in the form of films all having to do with Jackie Chan: Rumble in the Bronx, Who Am I (both starring Chan), First Strike, Mr. Nice Guy, and the Chan produced Gen-Y Cops. Rumble achieved a decent degree of success, thanks to a domestic theatrical release and some good stunt work, but the film was never taken seriously (and doesn't really deserve to be) thanks to the horrible acting from the Caucasian cast, the completely ludicrous portrayal of Bronx street gangs (they are multi-racial, ride around in dune buggies covered with Christmas lights, and live in giant warehouses filled with pinball machines and refrigerators), and the fact that they try to pass Vancouver off as New York City, even though you can see the Rocky Mountains int he background. It was good enough for other markets, but the film's targeted American audience just didn't buy it.
Similarly, First Strike and subsequent stabs by Chan at Hong Kong produced international hits, like Mr. Nice Guy and Who Am I, failed to garner much of an audience (though I personally like them a lot) because the English dialog and English acting is so bad. when a non-native speaker like Jackie Chan is still your best English-language actor in a film, you're chances of being anything but smirked at by English-speaking audiences is pretty small. Chan wouldn't really achieve American super-stardom until he stopped trying to make cross-over films and just made American films like Rush Hour and Shanghai Noon. The results of Hong Kong attempts to internationalize through sticking more English in their films were, as stated, as bad as you would expect. In the case of the writers, none of them were native English speakers, and their command of the nuances of language one needs to write a script in that language was simply not up to the task. Thus you get a lot of really weird, awkward dialog that uses English words and approximates English without actually being English. People say really stupid things in ways no actual English speaker would say them. Making matters worse was the fact that the Caucasian actors the film hired were, by and large, dreadful. From time to time, they would score an actual B-movie actor (Mark Dacascos, Coolio), but their delivery of the awkward dialog is just as bad. I often wondered why these native English speakers, even if they were bad actors, didn't correct the dialog as they went, but I've since learned that many of them tried, only to draw the ire of writers and directors insisting that they quit deviating from the way things had been written.
Similarly, Hong Kong started turning to the increasing number of foreign-born Chinese actors looking to make it in the Hong Kong film industry (Daniel Wu, Maggie Q, et cetera). Some of them were awful actors, and some of them were good, and some of them started out bad and got better (like Wu). Most had the benefit of being able to deliver dialog in either Cantonese or English with ease, but that still didn't help the scripts any, and the result was that even the good films weren't taken seriously as they undercut themselves with such weird, artificial dialog. But there were still a lot of them being made in this fashion, and if you can roll with the short-comings of the scripts, a lot of the films are pretty good, or if not good, at least enjoyable,a dnt hat's always been far more important to me. Enter the Eagles, for examples, suffers all these woes, but the movie itself remains stupidly enjoyable. In this case, the Caucasian actors include a bunch of stuntmen who are really awful actors, Shannon Lee (daughter of Bruce), Benny Urquidez, and Michael Wong.
Now Shannon Lee is the film's main attraction, but in discussing the cast I'm going to start with Michael Wong. I love Michael Wong. I think I may have said it somewhere else before, but if any actor in the world was going to be the spokesmen for and embodiment of Teleport City, it's Michael Wong. This guy has been making movies -- lots of movies -- for decades now. And he is still an awful actor, as bad as he was the first time he ever appeared on screen. He works hard at his craft; he just doesn't get any better. Which is sort of how Teleport City is. We work hard, we really do put some effort into this thing, but after nearly a decade of doing it, I'm not really any better at it than I was when I first started, and despite how many people may read this site, we remain relatively respect-free. We rarely get screeners or comp review copies (in fact, in almost ten years, we've gotten four, two of which were awful "day in the life of a serial killer" shot on video stinkers); we don't get invited to attend or speak at premieres, festivals, or conventions; we don't get book deals; we don't get quoted on DVD covers or asked to write liner notes. We remain and probably always will be the Michael Wong of movie websites. But then, Michael Wong got to have a naked Ellen Chan grinding up and down on him, and we've yet to achieve that, so we're actually one below Michael Wong. Suffice it to say that I think hanging out with Michael Wong would be cool. He probably has a ton of great stories, and even though I have repeatedly said he's not a very good actor, I still like him and I like a lot of the movies he's done. If I could hang out with any veteran of the Hong Kong movie scene, it would be Michael Wong. You might assume it would be Maggie Cheung, but as much as I might crush on her, it'd be way too nerve-wracking. With Michael, I could just sit back, drink some beers, smoke a cigar, and let him tell stories about all the crazy shit he's seen and endured over his years making movies. And while Wong isn't who you think of when you think of Hong Kong veterans, he still is a Hong Kong veteran and an early pioneer at speaking English when everyone expects the cast to be speaking Chinese. Accompanying Wong and lending even more old-school cred to the movie is Benny "The Jet" Urquidez, a welcome face from the glory days of Hong Kong action cinema. Urquidez, who was famous for being an incredible fighter and being one of the creepiest looking gwailo in Hong Kong films (often described as a horrifying amalgamation of Ozzy Osbourne and Christian Slater), was recruited to match up with Jackie Chan in two of the best action films of the 80s -- Dragons Forever and Wheels on Meals (another early attempt from jackie Chan to internationalize his films), both also starring Yuen Biao and Sammo Hung. The fights in these two movies between Chan and Urquidez are often named by fight film aficionados as two of the best scenes ever filmed.
Like many of the Western fighters who made names for themselves in Hong Kong -- Richard Norton and Cynthia Rothrock being the two most notable -- Urquidez was never able to extend his career to much success in the West, where the directors just didn't know how to direct him the way Sammo Hung or Cory Yuen did. He found pretty steady work as a choreographer, though. It's been years since I last saw Urquidez in front of the camera, and having him pop up in Enter the Eagles as the main heavy is a welcome return for an old, scary face. And finally there's Shannon Lee. Her film career, spotty and minimal though it may be, became the source of a fair amount of controversy among people prone to generating controversy over Shannon Lee, with many claiming that she only got parts because she was Bruce Lee's daughter. I'm sure being the daughter of the Dragon and the sister of Bandon helped open doors, as did the fact that she's pretty cute, but once she was through the door, it was up to her to live or die by her own merits. Criticism that she didn't have any real fighting skill is patently ridiculous. Neither did many of the people who became kungfu stars. Michelle Yeoh was a dancer, for instance, and Joyce Godenzi was a beauty queen. What matters -- all that matters -- is what Shannon Lee did once she got the part, and what she did was try really damn hard. Although the era of "no stunt doubles" was a thing of the past by the 1990s, Lee still did most of her own fighting and stuntwork, being doubled only for the especially acrobatic and flip-heavy shots. She worked out extensively with Urquidez, and busted her ass to learn the moves she'd need to appear as a credible force on-screen. And she does well. She looks natural and comfortable in the action scenes and moves fast and gracefully while never lackign the illusion of power behind her punches and kicks. She is helped along both by her training with Uriquidez and by Cory Yuen's panache for shooting and editing non-fighters to look like believable on-screen bad-asses (and somehow make fights comprised mostly of posing still seem fast-paced and action-packed). Her acting is stilted, thanks in equal parts to inexperience and bad dialog, but she has a natural on-screen charisma that is far more reminiscent of her dad than any of the half-witted calls for her to actually mimic her dad (which include making "Bruce Lee face" while ripping a guy's hair out and blowing it in his face). I was able to buy her immediately as a smirking, kungfu powered assassin.
The rest of the Caucasian cast is comprised of guys whose names you won't know unless you know a lot of stuntmen and fight choreographers. Thisis because most of them are stuntmen and fight choreographers, and while that means they know how to handle themselves in the action scenes, the film is perhaps ill advised to have given them so much dialog. Somewhere amid all this is a plot, though to be honest, the less attention you pay to that plot, the more you will enjoy this movie. What we have here is a heist film in which two groups of thieves -- Michael Wong's highly trained group, and the rag-tag duo of Jordan Chan and Anita Yuen -- are after the same diamond. Wong wants to sell it to Urquidez, who in turn will fence it to a really white looking sheik in a fake mustache and goatee. Chan and Yuen want to steal it to show up Wong, who snubbed them when they somehow magically figured out what Wong was planning and how they could find him. Obviously, things go horribly awry, allowing for the film to dispense with plot and go hog wild with outrageous action scenes.
To say the film isn't entirely believable is a gross understatement. Nothing presented in this movie is the least bit plausible, from the ridiculous schemes to steal the diamond to the extended shoot-out and rescue set in a police station (where, among other things, Michael Wong stymies an entire platoon of well-armed riot cops by throwing a potted plant at them), to the finale in an out-of-control luxury blimp (!), but then, Cory Yuen and Hong Kong action films have never been the place to go for solid scripting and plausible events. The heist in particular seems ridiculously easy, and I wish that action films all over the world featuring a heist would stop relying on the hoary old cliche of having the security be a bunch of goof-offs who fall asleep or get distracted by soccer games on television, or just don't make the most basic and obvious of logical connections. For instance, if you are guarding the world's most expensive diamond, and the alarm starts going haywire at the exact same moment there's a mysterious car wreck outside, with a couple of doctors appearing out of nowhere, the most obvious course of action is probably not to disable all the alarms around the diamond then have everyone run outside to stand around. One would also think that, if a thief is caught in the diamond enclosure during the heist, then his claim that "those other people took the diamond" wouldn't be accepted at face value, and that you might, at the very least, search him. But then, you'd also think there's not many places you can hide a giant diamond when you're wearing a skintight cat burglar outfit. Or that the police, upon arresting you, might make you put on different clothes and thus find the diamond even if they didn't bother to search you for it. But none of that happens here, allowing the film to segue into a completely outrageous and even less believable rescue from the police department, which begins with no one noticing an unauthorized helicopter landing on the roof of the police station and disgorging a lot of heavily armed people in tough looking black combat gear. Unfettered by the mooring lines of logic, Yuen allows Enter the Eagles to soar like the out-of-control luxury blimp that will serve as the location for the finale. Shannon Lee gets to beat the crap out of a lot of people and pose with guns (sometimes, unfortunately, held sideways, because that's what people did in the 90s), and there are tons of shoot-outs, including the aforementioned police station setpiece, which ends up being a near thirty-minute long over-the-top action blow-out that includes tons of shooting, kungfu, car chases, people being dragged around on metal ladders dangling from helicopters, and lots of stuff blowing up before our heroes finally make their escape on, of all things, a slow-moving public trolley, where no one seems concerned about the group of heavily armed and bleeding people who just clambered on then got off a stop later without the cops noticing they're carrying guns and wearing body armor. But whatever, the whole sequence is pretty great, and I've certainly enjoyed even less plausible scenarios. The movie attempts to outdo itself during the finale in the blimp, in which Shannon Lee and Benny Urquidez get to shine and steal the show as they engage in a lengthy fight throughout the blimp as it explodes and falls apart around them. It's not Jackie Chan vs. Urquidez, but it's a damn good fight scene. Somewhere in the maelstrom, Michael Wong smokes cigars and punches people, and Anita Yuen hangs upside down and shoots machine guns. She's not the least bit believable as someone who could beat someone else up, but Yuen seems to recognize this, and so instead has the scrawny gal just blow the crap out of anything that moves. When she does engage in fisticuffs, it's with an opponent she obviously couldn't beat, and so after having her thrown around a little, the movie just sort of wanders off and pretends the whole thing isn't happening, returning to it every now and then to show her still going toe-to-toe with the guy despite the fact that there's no way it could have lasted that long.
The final result is a pretty fun action film, even if it's a "bad" film. The dialog is silly and poorly delivered by just about everyone, and people trade lines in Cantonese and English as if they were the same language. But Anita Yuen and Jordan Chan are both good actors (although Jordan is underused here), and Wong and Lee are bad actors with a lot of charisma that compensates for their short-comings. And Benny the Jet is Benny the Jet, looking creepy as ever but obviously having a lot of fun with one of the meatier villain roles he's ever gotten (previously, he never had more than a line or two of dialog). Cory Yuen's direction is crisp and keeps the movie moving along at a fast pace, which makes the obvious weakness of the script easier to ignore. Shot in and around Prague, the film manages to achieve that international feel location-wise, and Yuen never misses an opportunity to indulge in a little sight-seeing. Although the film is shot on the typical cheap Hong Kong budget, it achieves the look and feel of a much more expensive film. The action is largely CGI-free, though the movie does throw in some pretty lame looking CGI explosions. The fights belong to Shannon and Benny, with Michael standing on the sidelines waiting to cold-cock someone if they need it. He's never been a kungfu star, so his action is largely relegated to shoot-outs and a couple straight-up fist fights, which he has always handled well. I think Shannon Lee proves she has the stuff it takes to be a legitimate action star. She can always improve her acting (unless Michael Wong is her teacher, I guess). With the right director and an on-set mentor like Urquidez, she easily rises to the level of many of the best fighting femmes. I'd love to see more of her in films like this. So yeah -- Enter the Eagles. There are no eagles in it, and the acting and writing are nothing to highlight in your acting or writing class, but the cast is fun, the action is plentiful, and everything moves along nicely. I had a lot of fun watching it, and in the end, that's really all that ever matters to me. Labels: Action, Country: Hong Kong, Director: Cory Yuen Kwai, Martial Arts: Kungfu, Stars: Anita Yuen, Stars: Benny Urquidez, Stars: Jordan Chan, Stars: Michael Wong, Stars: Shannon Lee, Year: 1998 posted by Keith at 12:55 AM | 14 Comments Monday, September 20, 2004Rasen
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. Labels: Country: Japan, Horror: Ghosts, Series: Ring, Year: 1998 posted by Keith at 3:17 PM | 0 Comments Thursday, May 20, 2004Ring 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. Labels: Country: Japan, Horror: Ghosts, Series: Ring, Year: 1998 posted by Keith at 3:28 PM | 0 Comments Monday, September 01, 2003Ring
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. Labels: Country: Japan, Horror: Ghosts, Series: Ring, Year: 1998 posted by Keith at 3:23 PM | 0 Comments Monday, May 27, 2002Bio Zombie
1998, Hong Kong. Starring Jordan Chan, Lee Chan-sam, Lok Dat-dut, Lai Suk-yin. Directed by Sip Wai-san. Available on DVD (HKFlix).
The world of Hong Kong horror films is a strange one, indeed. Even within the horror genre, which can be pretty damn weird much of the time, Hong Kong manages to make films that will cause even seasoned horror fans to scratch their head and proclaim it "some fucked up shit." Though they are never as extreme as, say, Ruggero Deodato films, Hong Kong films take the cake for the greatest degree of creativity with their tastelessness. This is the industry that gave us such genre classics as Untold Story, AKA Human Pork Buns, and the intense graphic, hard to stomach atrocity exhibition Men Behind the Sun. It's also the industry that gave us horror-fantasy wonders like Chinese Ghost Story, kungfu cannibal films like We Are Going to Eat You, and more hopping vampire films than you can shake a lucky Buddhist charm at. The sheer diversity of Hong Kong horror makes it a somewhat overwhelming, but endlessly exciting world to explore. It's not horror like we've come to know in the West. Though a foppish looking Dracula may swoop down from time to time in old kungfu horror films, Hong Kong tends to rely much more on an indigenous cast of ghouls. Hopping vampires are sort of the banner carriers of the genre, and no creature is more uniquely identified with Chinese horror than these bouncing demons. Comprising the rest of the parade are a curious cast of witches, devils, sexy ghosts, fetus eating freaks, and countless possessed people with eerie green lights shining on them. Conventional Western monsters are few and far between. Werewolves and Frankenstein monsters may have defined the genre in the 1930s, but you'd be hard pressed to find them in Hong Kong. And when you have the rich folk horror tradition of China and surrounding countries like Thailand from which to draw, why would you waste time ripping off wolfmen and vampires who wear frilly Renaissance garb even though it's 1999? The composition of Hong Kong horror is also unique. The films are almost always bizarre, often uneven blends of horror and gore, slapstick comedy, and much of the time, kungfu or sleazy softcore sex. All good stuff, obviously, but the Hong Kong films that actually make all the elements work together are rare. Your average Hong Kong horror film has a lot of "roll your eyes in boredom" sequences of people just sort of shouting and falling down. That's fine and all, but I can get it for free on Galavision. Of course, most American horror films are the same way. The real short-coming of Hong Kong's prolific but not entirely impressive horror industry is that horror simply works best outside the mainstream. Hong Kong has no independent cinema or music scene, so getting anything but big studio crap is more or less impossible. The films may be influenced by Evil Dead, but it will never make a movie like Evil Dead. Which is too bad, because the whacked creativity and willingness to skip happily down even the most tasteless of paths is present in spades. If someone in Hong Kong actually had the ability to work outside the studio system, the potential for an insanely great, totally wild horror film is staggering. Unfortunately, that's not happening any time soon. But then again, it's probably having to dance around studio censors and government madmen that has resulted in Hong Kong horror making up for outright gore with totally mind blowing weirdness. In the end, I eat my own words and go, "Why should Hong Kong horror be anything like Western horror? Western horror is already like Western horror." Thus, Hong Kong has a whole new batch of stuff ready to offer up people who have already seen all the Fulci and Deodato there is. I can count the number of Night of the Living Dead type zombie films from Hong Kong on, well, one finger. The United States, Japan, and especially Italy embraced the shuffling flesh-eaters, but even in Hong Kong films that make use of the term "zombie," one rarely encounters anything resembling the ghouls that have been more or less defined by George Romero's Night of the Living Dead. Bio-Zombie is the one of the only Romero-style zombie flicks to come from Hong Kong. The result is curious, to say the least. For the most part, it's uneven but definitely enjoyable. Although, predictably enough, it fails to effectively blend its horror with its slapstick comedy, the overall result is an energetic, bloody zombie romp that should satisfy fans of the genre. The goofy, charismatic Jordan Chan, who made a name for himself in the popular Young And Dangerous movies I love to make fun of (mainly because they were the catalyst for the whole annoying "young triad guy" movie trend), stars as a wannabe street tough named Woody Invincible, which is also a pretty good porno name. My friend Stacey tells me you can derive your porno name by taking the name of your last pet and the name of the street you grew up on. Her name was "Galaxy Green," which pretty much rocks. Mine, on the other hand, was "Stumpy Meadows." No one but me would ever rent a porno movie starring Stumpy Meadows. I wish my name had been Woody Invincible instead. Woody Invincible and his pal, Bee, work at a video game store in a mall that looks exactly like this mall down in Chinatown, only bigger. They spend their days goofing off, crossing the security guard, and flirting with a duo of mind blowingly cute flirty girls. Sometimes, they take time off from this busy schedule to bug the older wannabe gangster guy and his attractive wife. And there's also a nerdy guy who works in a sushi restaurant and lusts after one of the girls, which you can't blame him for. A botched underworld transfer results in an experimental virus leaking out and turning people into gooey, flesh-craving zombies. The zombie make-up is simple but effective. It's higher class than painting people blue a la Dawn of the Dead but is nowhere close to the master zombie make-up of films like Zombie and Day of the Dead. Still, it's not bad stuff for their first time out. In a turn of events that reflects a definite Dawn of the Dead influence without any of the harsh social commentary, the zombies start wandering around the mall looking for victims. Woody Invincible and his small band of cohorts are the only ones who can combat the growing legions of the living dead. Why? Because they are the main characters. When the zombies show up the action is fast and bloody, with all the requisite flesh eating you expect from a zombie movie. We're not talking Lucio Fulci buckets of blood here, but heads do roll and necks are chomped. Woody Invincible and a girl named Ruby face off with the living dead in the parking garage as they attempt to escape, only to discover that things are a lot worse than they thought. The final scene of the two battered youths pulling into a deserted gas station and seeing emergency bulletins on the television is superbly apocalyptic, and a fitting end to any type of zombie movie. We can't win, after all. Have the humans ever won in a zombie movie? And who would want them to? Bio-Zombie has youth, good looks, fast pacing, and inventive direction on its side. It's slick looking and technically well made, playing itself out like a Resident Evil video game. Unfortunately, nothing is perfect. The movie's first forty minutes lag as we are subjected to a long string of shouting and slapstick that isn't very engaging. Still, it's a lot less boring than Fulci's boring moments. At least something is going on. That's really the only major drawback. More zombie action sooner would have made this good movie great, but as it is, I'm hard pressed to complain about what I got. Ultimately, the weird humor of the film makes the bleak ending that much more effective. And some of the moments are pretty interesting, if not out of place. When Woody Invincible braves the hordes of zombies to try and reach a telephone, the movie goes into full Resident Evil mode, with little flashing icons and "Reload!" messages popping up on the screen. Like I said, sort of out of place, but interesting. John Woo did the same thing in his one foray into horror-comedy, To Hell with the Devil, in which a battle between heroes and demons takes on the scoreboard of an Atari game. And that video game was probably the biggest influence on this film. Once the zombies start showing up, it really gets to be a lot of fun. No heavy political messages or anything a la George Romero, but plenty of quality zombie action. Jordan Chan would seem an unlikely lead character, but once the shit hits the fan, he starts looking cooler and cooler. As an aside, this is probably the only zombie movie where you'll see a group of soccer playing zombies demand human sushi from a zombie suchi chef. So Hong Kong's first real attempt at "classic" zombie films is not perfect, but it's still quite a bit of fun. I hope they give it another shot sometime soon, as a sequel to this movie could be really cool. Jordan Chan and sexy sidekick wandering through a degenerating Hong Kong that is filling up with mindless zombies. Hmmm. Seems like there might be more to the social commentary side of this movie than I first thought. Labels: Country: Hong Kong, Horror: Zombies, Stars: Jordan Chan, Year: 1998 posted by Keith at 12:14 AM | 0 Comments Saturday, May 12, 2001Storm Riders
1998, Hong Kong. Starring Ekin Cheng, Aaron Kwok, Sonny Chiba, Roy Cheung, Hsu Chi, Christine Ng, Anthony Wong. Directed by Andrew Lau. Available on DVD (HKFlix). It's no big secret these days that Hong Kong movies suck, that whatever energy once exemplified the city-state's cinematic industry through the 60s, 70s, and 80s is dead, or at least dormant. What we're left with in the wake of the Hong Kong new wave's passing is little more than a pathetic collection of softcore porn (better than Shannon Tweed stuff, but still...), worthless brain-dead action films, grating romantic comedies that make you want to go out and kill kill kill, and general no-budget, no-talent crap so abysmal that it almost undoes all the great things that used to come out of Hong Kong. You know you're in trouble when people are desperate enough to adopt Donnie Yen -- the Mario Van Peebles of the Hong Kong film industry -- as the most promising young talent. Look, Donnie Yen has "been showing a lot of potential to be good" for something like twenty years now. If he hasn't done anything yet, then maybe it's time to admit the guy is, in fact, a worthless hack. Hong Kong is a polluted sea churning with slap-dash nonsense, undercranked and ridiculous looking wire-fu debacles, and films whose scripts seem to have been assembled at random by a small inbred family of chimps with wild Charles Manson hair. There was a time when Hong Kong filmmakers actually put some small degree of effort into the script, but round about the mid 1990s they realized they could squeeze out any incoherent piece of tripe and people would eat it up no matter how poorly made and vile it was. They were, of course, wrong, and the total disregard for quality that blossomed in the mid-90s helped destroy the once mighty Hong Kong film industry. Even once-great directors like Tsui Hark seem incapable these days of making anything that might rank higher than, say, being stricken with a sudden and intense case of diarrhea when you are miles away from the nearest toilet. His latest big idea after cranking out some truly worthless Jean-Claude Van Damme films is to remake the John Woo classic A Better Tomorrow, only with an all-female main cast. This guy used to have great ideas, or at least managed to have two great ideas for every three bad ones (like that notion he had to make the musical live-action version of Mai, the Psychic Girl starring Winona Ryder. Probably just a rumor, but it still makes me laugh). The entire situation is made all the more tragic by how great Hong Kong movies once were. Starting with the Shaw Brothers swordsman epics of the 1960s, continuing on through the golden age of kungfu films in the 1970s, the kungfu revolution of Jackie Chan and Sammo Hung in the 1980s, and the invention of the Hong Kong new wave by guys like Ringo Lam, Tsui Hark, and John Woo, for three decades Hong Kong film making was a dynasty. Then, in the 1990s, round about the time American fans started greedily devouring anything at all from Hong Kong and celebrating it as high art despite the "make a quick buck" mentality that dominated the industry, something started to go terribly wrong. The films were becoming increasingly cheap and haphazard looking, as if the men and women behind them were so high on their own success that they felt they could shit out a film and |