Showing posts with label toshiharu ikeda. Show all posts
Showing posts with label toshiharu ikeda. Show all posts

Sunday, June 22, 2025

Female Prisoner Scorpion: Death Threat (1991)

Original title: 女囚さそり 殺人予告

Warning: spoilers for one of the core points of the plot are inevitable!

A young woman (Natsuki Okamoto) is working as a very capable assassin for hire. She’s not exactly a posterchild for feminist self-realization, though, for she is controlled – mentally and sexually – by her handler, who turned a traumatized girl into his own private kill and fuck device.

Her newest mission is rather peculiar: she is to go undercover in a woman’s prison to murder Nami Matsushima, known as Scorpion, a woman whose influence and unbreakable spirit are so large, she has been held in a cave below the prison for years, so she can’t infect the other prisoners with her indomitable spirit. The powers that be of the prison are just that afraid of her.

And no wonder, because as it turns out, for at least half of the prison population has turned Nami into a near mythical figure who will some day get everyone out of the hellhole, and might even threaten the structures of violence and oppression outside.

But there’s something hinky about our assassin’s mission beside the plain weirdness of the situation, a hidden truth, as well as the realization that she, like any other woman, is only a thing to be dropped and destroyed at a man’s convenience.

There have been intermittent attempts to revive the Female Prisoner Scorpion films over the years. I believe this one, directed by Toshiharu Ikeda, who lived at the wondrous place where exploitation and arthouse met, is the most ambitious attempt of them all.

This early in Toei’s V-Cinema cycle, there appears to have been something of an anything goes approach to the types of films that could be made, if they contained a bit of action and nudity, at least. So making a film that’s a sequel to the first two films of an old 70s exploitation series – the rest of the films can’t have happened in this film’s world – that turns the originals darker by virtue of their heroine having been murdered, her dead body walled in must have sounded like a good idea to someone. While I generally don’t like that kind of set-up – let heroic achievements of earlier movies stand – I can’t help but admire what Ikeda does with the idea here.

This is very much a film about how a religion gets started, how a person’s life becomes mythical, how a poetical truth about someone becomes the only truth actually worth anything. Nami the Scorpion, the film argues rather obviously, is the patron goddess women need to survive what men do to them.

Ikeda doubles down on the mytho-religious aspects repeatedly – our protagonist is crucified, and later has a moment of bizarre revelation in which Nami’s dead body gives her the iconic sharpened spoon, literally turning her into an avatar of the Scorpion. All of this Ikeda stages without any irony, but as moments when borders between dream and reality grow thin and the mythical remakes reality in its image. It’s an incredible thing to do in a film that could be a lazy cash-in on a beloved series, but then, the space where the mythical, the real, and the commercial reality of the exploitation movie meet is something of a speciality of Ikeda. His probable masterpiece Mermaid Legend did something very similar some years earlier, perhaps even more successful than he is here.

Death Threat is also simply very satisfying as the kind of exploitation movie where all men, especially men in power, are bastards, but where those men are eventually punished by women who aren’t staying their victims. If that’s not invigorating, I don’t know what is.

Wednesday, July 24, 2024

Evil Dead Trap (1988)

Original title: Shiryo no wana

Struggling late night TV presenter Nami (Miyuki Ono), whose original selling point of producing her show with an all-female crew seems to be losing its lustre for her audience, receives an interesting tape from a member of said audience.

It looks rather a lot like an actual snuff tape of a woman being brutally murdered. Like any sensible person, Nami calls the police. No, wait, she decides to pack her crew – and one male add-on – into a car and follow some decidedly obvious clues to the location where the murder was committed. So obvious are the clues, one might even think there’s a trap waiting for her.

The location where the tape was shot turns out to be an abandoned military base pretty much in the middle of nowhere. Also, someone’s or something’s private murder labyrinth, so Nami and her crew soon find themselves fighting for their lives.

Toshiharu Ikeda’s Evil Dead Trap is a pretty astonishing film, still. It is a project that marries varied influences in ways that seem to then have influenced just as varied future horror films. This never is the Evil Dead spin-off you’d expect – apart from some extra chaotic Evil Force point of view shots that will be explained in the end – but rather mixes the grimiest and most “real” feeling traditions of horror – think the idea of Texas Chainsaw Massacre married to the grain of Basket Case - with the most stylized ones. The camera work and lighting appear heavily influenced by Bava and Argento.

This leads to a film whose nightmare-scape qualities are born as much from the things cinema pretends are most real – those grainy shots and the killer’s love for video – as from those that look most consciously artificial and constructed. This, and some narrative elements I feel no need to spoil, makes Evil Dead Trap a predecessor to the Saw style of conscious ugliness, as well as POV horror but also seems to have left heavy traces in everything stylized that followed it.

At the same time, this never just succeeds as a film that marries traditions as some kind of transitional piece before things become more interesting in the future, but as a very energetic, often decidedly crazy, sometimes deeply unpleasant and always exciting example of how to turn influences into one’s own style, brilliantly.

Saturday, October 15, 2022

Three Films Make A Post: Some connections never die.

Conjuring Spirit aka Hush aka Chung Cu Ma (2014): This Vietnamese movie about a writer escaping her difficult marriage by removing herself into a cheap apartment only to find it haunted by a vengeful spirit, as directed by Van M. Pham, has some interesting ideas seeded into a too standard South East Asian horror tale. I like the way the ghost’s and our heroine Lan’s (played by Phuong Mai) troubles with shitty men mirror one another, as well as how the film suggests Lan is slowly taking on the role her series detective character has in her novels in the real world. Alas, the film is slower paced than the material allows and has some of the most ill-placed odious comic relief I’ve encountered in quite some time. The horror set pieces are decently directed but also suffer from being much too generic to hit.

Shadow of the Wraith aka Ikisudama (2001): Also a bit too sluggish in its pacing is this two story anthology movie by veteran horror (and other things) director Toshiharu “Evil Dead Trap” Ikeda. The tales also suffer under a clearly inexperienced cast with awesome hair and moments where the low budget wins out over Ikeda’s ambitions. While the material in the script and before the camera isn’t great, Ikeda does his best to fight these problems. Particularly in the first story, he does unsubtle but highly effective work with colour tinting, and both stories feature quite a few so wonderfully blocked shots, it’s difficult not to recommend the movie for them alone.

Mr. Harrigan’s Phone (2022): John Lee Hancock’s adaptation of a solid (but certainly not spectacular) Stephen King novella doesn’t only hold itself rather more closely to the story than these things often do, but also breathes the same air of solid, if mostly uninspired competence as the tale. It is well-shot, well-directed in a slightly old-fashioned and conservative way, earnest and serious as a coming-of-age tale with occasional off-screen murder, and a perfectly fine way to while a way an afternoon with a tale of the supernatural. That’s certainly not enough to get excited about the film, but I found myself enjoying this one’s solidness in every aspect of filmmaking and storytelling. At the very least, there’s a fine late period Donald Sutherland performance to enjoy.

Thursday, October 8, 2009

3 Films Make A Post: The Final Chapter

Drag Me To Hell (2009): Sam Raimi's return BOO! to the comedic horror genre has its moments, BOO! predictably either when the film is getting surreal or when it BOO! nearly becomes a social satire about BOO! class. Alas, too much of the film consists of SOMEONE SCREAMING "BOO" INTO YOUR FACE VERY LOUDLY, which I found annoying more often than not. Also not very amusing is the bleedingly obvious final twist, I can only explain through a) rampant stupidity on Raimi's side or b) Raimi thinking his audience consists only of mouthbreathing idiots.

Of course, horror films in carnival ride mode are far from my favorite part of the genre, so my barely serviceable movie might be someone else's new favorite one.

 

XX: Beautiful Beast (1995): This first of the XX movies is of less interest than some of its successors, despite being directed by Toshiharu Ikeda of Evil Dead Trap fame. The story of Ran (Kaori Shimamura), known as the Black Orchid, a professional killer taking vengeance for the murder of her sister and falling for an ex-yakuza barkeep who is of course connected to the men she is trying to kill, just doesn't have much to keep one's interest. It's nice to look at, but so generically bland in every other aspect that I had a difficult time staying awake while watching it.

 

Giallo (2009): As one of the chosen few (of possibly very dubious taste) who did, well, like Argento's Mother of Tears quite unironically, I was looking forward to this one. I shouldn't have. Giallo is so boring, cliched, repetitive and just plain stupid that I wouldn't even call it an unconscious self-parody of Argento. Self-parodists just misuse their stylistic vocabulary; Argento seems to have lost his completely and replaced it with psycho thriller 101 stuff even more generic than the film's title.

It's worse than The Card Player.