Showing posts with label Psychological. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Psychological. Show all posts

Monday, November 15, 2010

Danger After Dark II

Noriko’s Dinner Table movie review on NY Times
Noriko’s Dinner Table (2006) by Sion Sono is a companion piece to Suicide Club (2002). However, it’s neither a prequel nor a sequel. Noriko is an awkwardly shy town girl, desperate to break away from her boredom. Her only friends she meets online. In voice-over narrations she tells us how it is she came to Tokyo. When she first meets her online pal (about half an hour into the movie), you just know things are going to get seriously weird. The pal introduces herself as Kumiko. And just so you know we’re talking seriously messed up we flash forward straight away to half a year later when fifty four girls cheerfully jump in front of the 7:30 train at Shinjuku Station. Meanwhile, Noriko’s family has no clue where she is. Her sister Yuka is still in Yokohama, too, happily telling her boyfriend how her sister may have been one of the suicide girls, and that she knows how all the girls arranged to meet at the station. She shows him the screen with the red and white dots: red for female suicides, white for male. Suddenly the screen turns black with the text, “Am I connected with myself, Sis?” She leaves home, too, but leaving her father clues that he manages to put together: the Suicide Club does exist. For her part, Noriko idealized Kumiko’s happy family: they are connected and share their love at all times. She learns to connect with herself – and empathize with others. Kumiko works in “family rental” pretending to be some client’s family member for money. In his own search to find his daughters, Noriko’s father learns that he really is in search of himself. Like its predecessor, this film thus explores computer-age alienation, the loss of connectedness, and emotional isolation in modern urban society. If you were expecting another splatterfest, though, you will be disappointed as the movie is more of a psychological drama. It is also one of the rare occasions where the cinematographic effects (fast editing, dangling cameras, etc.) actually work well to convey the emotional landscape of the characters.

2LDK movie review on NY TimesAragami (2003) by Ryuhei Kitamura is the counterpart of Yukihiko Tsutsumi’s 2LDK (2002). This film, too, features mainly two actors battling, set within a single set, and was produced within one week. But that is where the similarities end. Interestingly, while the cinematography (as well as the continuous electronic pop rock synthesizer soundtrack) is decidedly modern, the story is set in a once-upon-a-time far-faraway, reminiscent of a traditional Japanese tale. A samurai regains consciousness in a remote mountain temple after falling at the entrance with life-threatening wounds. He learns that his companion did not survive, but the inhabitant of the temple invites him to stay and entertains him with a luscious meal, French wine and Russian vodka. He regales the samurai with frightful stories about Tengu (long-nosed mountain goblins) and Aragami, the Raging God of Battle. The samurai soon discovers that his wounds have all healed, but how? His host explains he gave him his friend’s flesh! But who is this host? He was once the legendary Miyamoto Musashi, the greatest warrior ever known, but now has become none other than Aragami himself! They duel, but even when Aragami runs his blade through the samurai’s stomach, it leaves only a scratch. His wounds heal due to the cannibalistic meal, but he is not immortal, as the head or the heart will kill him dead. Aragami has become weary of his existence and hopes this samurai will be the one to kill him honorably. Although the sword-fighting acrobatics are worth the watch alone, it’s the increasing psychological tension that makes this film a satisfying experience. Quite a feat considering the constrained conditions of two actors in a single set!

Glamorous Life movie review on NY TimesBefore we get to The Glamorous Life of Sachiko Hanai (2003) by Mitsuru Meike, it might be useful to first discuss (however briefly) the pinku eiga genre. Pinku eiga emerged in the 60s as a genre evading Japanese censorship laws by blocking or blurring genitals while maintaining a required minimum quota of sex scenes (some four or five per hour). Terms such as “soft-core” or “sexploitation” are somewhat misleading, as the genre often contains elements of action, thriller, violence, horror, and/or political commentary. In this case, the titular Sachiko Hanai is a role-play call girl specialized in playing home-tutoring. What sets the narrative is that Sachiko next gets hit by a bullet in the forehead while trying to take a picture of a shady business transaction running foul between a North Korean and Middle Eastern in a cafeteria. Miraculously, she survives, but the bullet lodged in her brain spurts her intelligence to ponder the abstract universe and subjective truth in mathematical equations. Plus, she can foresee future events, which involve sex and violence – and she finds she has a much delayed taste sensation. We are bombarded with musings about situationalism, rationalism and the Platonist view on Christianity, objective reality and Japan’s lack of a nuclear military strategy to match that of Russia or the U.S, all combined with sex (not the sensual erotic or even graphic pornographic kind, but of the prosaic, romping, five-minute sort – including six gallon ejaculations). Sachiko also discovers a silver cylinder containing a clone of George W’s finger. He appears to her in a reflection urging her to defend world peace and democracy. I’m sure you can guess where that finger is going. While she is climaxing, we are shown images of the U.S. invasion of Iraq, the toppling of Saddam Hussein’s statue, and of Bush inspecting his fleet. Meanwhile, the North Korean who shot her in the cafeteria hopes to retrieve Bush’s finger, for it controls nuclear Armageddon. In the end, after abstract infinity, cogito ergo sum, beef stew, dues ex machina, and more sex, Sachiko walks out of a primordial cave straight into nuclear obliteration. A must see!

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Pi

In the genre of weird movies, there’s also π (1998) by Darren Aronofsky (who also directed Requiem for a Dream). The story’s main character, Max Cohen, believes that everything in the universe adheres to patterns that can be understood through numbers. At first he’s using his self-made supercomputer to predict the stock market. But then he meets a zealous Hasidic Kabbalist who hopes to decipher god’s code in the Torah through numerical calculations. At the same time, Max has been approached by a Wall Street firm, who offer him a superchip in return for his predictions. His computer prints out a string of 216 numbers, just like his old computer did before breaking down, just as his math mentor had just before he died, and through some epiphany he recognizes the spiral-shaped patter in the number-string. The Kabbalist and the Wall Street firm increase their pressure on Max, which sends him over the edge of sanity.

The film toys with the thin line between genius and insanity – the maddening truth, the truth in madness, like an Arthur Machen story, or a Terry Gilliam film. Perhaps the most profound statement in the movie is the mentor’s admonition, that “as soon as you discard scientific rigor, you are no longer a mathematician, you’re a numerologist.” This film is no advocate for scientific truths, though, as Max suffers from incapacitating migraines, nosebleeds, crippling hallucinations, paranoia, and possibly schizophrenia. In the end he drills a hole in his skull to be at peace – and never again think about numbers and patterns. Apart from the art-house hip black-and-white and the interesting soundtrack, I found the cinematography terribly annoying – what with the handheld shots, the quick cuts, and the extreme close-ups. Nevertheless, for those who wish to contemplate the ultimate truth – and whether to find it through science or mysticism – this may not be the worst way to spend your time.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

The Isle

A while ago I saw another one of those weird movies, The Isle (Seom, 2000), a Korean, psychological horror flick by Kim Ki-duk. The setting is a poetically ethereal lake, a remote fishing resort with small floating cottages on the water. A mute Hee-jin ferries her customers back and forth, providing them with baits, supplies, hookers, and occasional sexual favors of her own. It certainly helps that she vaguely reminds me of my ex Paula (but I guess you’re tired of hearing me say that by now – and rightly so). The lyrical serenity of the scenery offers a stark contrast with the psychological and physical horrors that ensue. Hee-jin exhibits some kind of extreme bipolarism, showing dispassionate acts of kindness one moment, and demonstrating acts of gruesome cruelty the next. She slowly becomes intrigued with one of her customers, who’s suicidally depressed and on the run for the law. She saves his live one time, refuses his violent advances, calls in a girl for him, but then grows a passionate jealousy for the hooker. Eventually, Hee-jin ties the girl up and tows in her one of the floats to the farthest side of the lake. In her attempt to catch someone’s attention, the girl accidentally drowns in the water later.

Like the scenery, the iridescent cinematography contrasts severely with the torturous brutality appearing right in front of us. Acts of animal cruelty are depicted in the same unmoving stillness as scenes of rape, mutilation, attempted suicide and murder. The most excruciatingly troubling moments involve two complementary attempted suicides. In the first, Hee-jin’s lover swallows half a dozen fishhooks and has to be saved from the water by Hee-jin pulling the fishing line that’s stuck in his throat. She carefully pulls out the fishhooks, and then has sex with him to distract him from the bleeding pain. When the guy later tries to leave her, she imitates him, by inserting fishhooks into her vagina and falling in the water. She, too, needs to be towed out of the water by the fishing line caught inside her, and then the guy has to carefully remove the hooks while blood flows all over the float. The film ends enigmatically, after police officers discover the body of the hooker and her pimp, who Hee-jin had killed. She takes off with the guy on his float and they hide out in a patch of reeds...

The gory aesthetics of The Isle work on many different levels. The gruesome cruelty reveals primal instincts of basic human and animal emotions. Human relations are no more than fish caught in bait and eaten raw. It’s an allegory of extremes, like the serenity contrasting with the horror, where the shore and the floats represent life and death, love and hate, where sex can be as meaningless as eating fish or releasing oneself, or be as passionately primal as the struggle for life, the all devouring desire for connectedness in a remote lake of isolated isles between misty mountains. The poetics may be violent, but they serve a distinct purpose. The image of a dangling fish recalls the miniature of a hanging man that Hee-Jin’s lover made out of wire, which itself recalls Hee-jin enjoying her swing in front of her store overlooking the lake. Such intricate imagery makes this film a quietly disturbing, but delicately profound contemplation. If you have the stomach, you might enjoy The Isle, too.

Monday, April 5, 2010

Jacob’s Ladder

Have you ever seen the movie Jacob’s Ladder (1990)? A friend of mine told me I should watch it. It’s one of those psychological thrillers known in French as a mindfuck. Man, what a film! You never know what’s real and what’s nightmare. We start in the Mekong Delta, 1971, and suddenly the platoon is under fire, but not from the Viet Cong. And then, suddenly, we’re on the C Train, NYC, Bergen Street, B’klyn, and Jacob Singer (Tim Robbins) is unable to find an exit that’s still open, he crosses the tracks, and nearly gets hit by a train, with faceless passengers inside! When he finally comes home we learn that he has a gorgeous little girlfriend called Jezebel (Alexandra Peña), he works as a postman along Nostrand Avenue. (That’s right where I lived!!!) Gradually more and more weird things are happening to Jacob. He’s seeing the most bizarre creatures, he’s hallucinating, he’s going through hell, he’s afraid he’s going paranoid, he collapses at a party, running a terrible fever. Then he wakes up from a nightmare, finding himself in bed with his wife Sarah... his eldest son Gabe is still alive ... he never went to Vietnam ... But wait, no-o-o-o-o, he didn’t wake up from a nightmare ... The nightmare is real!

Jacob is eventually approached by someone who claims to have been a chemist involved in experiments in Vietnam to increase the soldiers’ aggression by means of some type of drug called “The Ladder”. At the funeral of one of his war buddies, he learns that his surviving platoon mates suffer similar hallucinatory nightmares. They decide to file a law suit against the government. But soon his friends from Nam back out and their lawyer tells him there’s no proof they ever went to Vietnam! Things really start to get interesting when he’s coming out of the supreme court building and he’s kidnapped by guys in suits. He’s tortured ... with his girlfriend Jezebel right there! Close toward the end we see him walk up a staircase with his son Gabe... But then we see his dead body still in Vietnam... Apparently we are to understand that everything we saw before was merely a dying hallucination, a purging vision in which Jacob lets go of his earthly attachments before he ascends the eponymous Ladder to heaven... bummer... Still, I’d recommend this movie to everyone who wants to scare themselves silly. But then again, I just gave away the ending... Hmmm...

Monday, March 29, 2010

Funny Games

Have you ever seen the movie Funny Games (1997)? (Not the Hollywood frame-by-frame remake, I hope, but the German original.) This is another one of those weird movies, like Man Bites Dog and Delicatessen... I’ve been meaning to check this one out for quite some time, too... The title refers to the sadistic “funny games (komische Spiele)” that these two charming-looking lads unleash onto two completely unsuspecting vacationers and their kid. It’s the most awkward and uncomfortable movie experience, yet I couldn’t stop watching ... I had to see what inhumanely humiliating hoax these guys come up with next! None of the more gory, torturous scenes actually happen on-screen. That’s left to our imagination... But it’s already enough. Michael Haneke is clearly a director who enjoys long single shots in which the camera moves little or not at all, and he enjoys long awkward silences... The most charming of the two torturers keeps addressing the audience, winking and talking to us, even using a remote to rewind the action, thus breaking the fourth-wall, alienating us from the narrative, forcing us to realize we are only watching a movie ... making us wonder why on earth we are actually watching such a tediously torturous movie about random violence... Best not to watch this on your own at night if you’re skittish about going to sleep alone in the dark...