Tuesday, 15 September 2020

Shinjuku Triad Society



新宿黒社会 チャイナ マフィア戦争 

Shinjuku kuroshakai: Chaina mafia sensô

Takashi Miike, 1995, Japan

 

“Actually, I am a lazy person,” says Takashi Miike, the man whose video, cinematic and TV output is legendarily prolific. Certainly not when it comes to filmmaking. Between 1991 and 1995, IMB lists that he had already made twelve straight-to-video and TV films before this, his first theatrical release, so perhaps it is no surprise that  ‘Shinjuku Triad Society’ comes as a practically fully formed Miike, full of the touches that would define his cinema. The melting pot vibe that runs through Miike’s films seems to erupt from the basis that it’s all been done before, that we know all the tropes and so let’s go mixing things up a little.

The opening to ‘Shinjuku Triad Society’ is not quite as fevered as ‘Dead or Alive’, but it works up a similar appetite of expectation with its cuts between several incidents and letting the audience find its own way in by recognising the tropes it is working with. A nude man on a bed, a hustler, a throat slashing, an invasive strip search, all before the credits. And, like ‘Dead or Alive’, ‘Shinjuku Triad Society’ then settles into that oddball melancholy that characterises Miike’s work.  It is this trait that has come to strike me most upon second viewings of his films. Like many in the West, it was ‘Audition’ and ‘Ichi the Killer’ that introduced me to Miike, then ‘Visitor Q’, so it was truly only when I saw ‘Rainy Dog’ that I sensibly saw past just the shock value and was fully aware of how focused on the downbeat he was. It’s an unhappy chaos. The first time, you just have to go with the ride as with scene-to-scene there are tonal shifts and quirks that keep you a little disorientated.

This carefully controlled balancing act of provocation and an underworld characterised by resignation and doom is what keeps a constant draw of fascination. Typically, ‘Shinjuku Triad Society’ is peppered with the violent, the outrageous, the despondent and the grim. But Miike offers the offensive and the empathetic in equal measure so buy the time we get to the rape-by-salaryman, we are already in a heady confusion of the bleak and the transgressive. This is the first of Miike’s ‘Black Society’ trilogy, followed by ‘Rainy Dog’ and ‘Ley Lines’ which all focus on social rejects as antiheroes. There’s no one really to root for as you have the Triad on the one side, battling over turf and business, and on the other there’s our protagonist Detective Kiriya (Kippei Shina), who is guilty of brutality and rape and only gets to do what a cop has to do by – and isn’t this always the way? – going untamed and off the grid. Established as abhorrent, Kiriya then embarks upon a principled quest to save his brother from falling in with an unstable gang leader, which follows a trail of gang war and organ trafficking.

Miike and writer Ichirô Fujita offer as much a portrayal of the underclass of crime as ‘City of God’ or ‘Gommorah’, but this is not so obviously neo-realistic because the tone is so offbeat. Each scene has a little idiosyncrasy that seems offhand, even goofy, but informs and speaks to a wider context. Like a gang leader defiantly exposing himself to his rivals as an act that is simultaneously eccentric, excessive, and confronting the machismo that defines the Triad world. But it should be noted that this is a gangland drama very much defined by homosexuality, and this alone criticises that macho realm/genre. Michael Mann this isn’t, and the angst here is more freaky than whiny.

And yet Miike has weird sympathy for the grotesques and warped ones of this most depraved context. One detail that stands out across this ‘Black Triad’ series is that the protagonists exist between Japanese and Chinese cultures, being mixed-race or/and displaced, but at home in neither and vulnerable to prejudice. It’s a theme that runs throughout his work. There’s slim room for morals or betterment – although it does depend on which Miike you are watching. It’s the sad and outrageous world for outsiders. 

Monday, 7 September 2020

Mr. Vampire

Ricky Lau, 1985, Hong Kong

Writers: Ricky Lau, Cheuk- Hon Szeto, Barry Wong & Ying Wong

 

I hadn't seen 'Mr. Vampire' for decades, but I remember it being a lot of fun. And it is.

The simple ingredient that made ‘Mr Vampire’ a crossover hit in the Western world in the 1980s is surely simply its slapstick. But not just the slapstick-fighting, but also that the humour was recognisably of the ‘Carry On’ kind, plus more sophisticated farce. Foolish assistants, lovely ladies mistaken for prostitutes, mugging and gurning, trousers down, that kind of thing. On the surface, all that buffoonery, running and jumping and kicking and crashing with each other and with hopping vampires is thoroughly beguiling in the art of its performance. None of this needs words and is often somewhere between Buster Keaton and Benny Hill. Both impressive and somewhat base. The subtitles can only hint at the wordplay going on for a non-Cantonese speaker (as in the coffee episode), but even so it’s easy to parse that the joke is about not being aware of cultural mores and laughing at the expense of the innocent.


If broad comedy is a Western audiences’ way in, the jiagshi – the hopping vampires introduced by this film – are exotic and goofy enough to be instantaneously appealing. They are less a horror threat than a farcical obstacle to be overcome. It is the buffoonery of Master Gau’s (Ching-Ying Lam) assistants (Siu-Ho Chin and Ricky Hui) that are the actual cause of most of the problems. But the fact that the jiagshi are mindlessly, mechanically relentless – Wikipedia says they are also known as hopping zombies – gives them enough intimidation that as they are stiffly hopping, the characters are swinging, jumping and kung-fuing around them for both thrills and comedy. It doesn’t take an instant to get the rules that a prayer pinned to or marks on the forehead stall them. Or to hold your breath in comic fashion to avoid them. However, we also learn that sticky rice absorbs their evil. If only Father Merrin had known this in ‘The Exorcist’. There’s the Taoist context to, but as with Indonesian horror Pengabdi setan’ that uses Muslim beliefs, it easy to acclimatise to a differing perspective because it’s all playing from the familiar universal horror playbook. (There are evident similarities between ‘Pengabdi setan’ and ‘Phantasm’, for example). 

  If the humour is left a little wanting sometimes, there is an agreeable free-for-all about proceedings, but the farce is well structured and never bogged down by a bid for seriousness or poignancy. The story even throws in a subplot about a seductive ghost. All the while, Master Gau is the straight man throughout the hijinks who will sort this out with Taoist magic. As James Oliver contextualises:

“The intellectual current of those times was strongly hostile to traditional beliefs and traditions, emphasises modernity and its corollary, modernisation. ‘Mr Vampire’, though, stresses the primacy of the Chinese worldview, taking the efficiency of Chinese folk practices as a given, so casually accepted that Man Choi can use Taoist magic to humiliate Wai for comic effect.”*

So this doesn’t differ from the dominant strain of horror that cautions against modernity, that warns that the past and the dead will always terrorise us and that only the old ways will beat them. But what it does have is a spritely pace, a colourful palette, just the right side of zaniness, relentless slapstick and impressive fight choreography that is bound to win you over and – for a Western audience – the novelty of  the jiagshi to spice things up. 


James Oliver, 2020, Eureka! ‘Mr Vampire’ Blu-ray booklet.

Tuesday, 1 September 2020

FrightFest 2020 digital - a slight summary

 


 Firstly, considering the scope for technological issues, there were none over the weekend (the couple of anxiety attacks about things were totally on my side). It was so easy from booking to streaming. I am sure it took a lot of work behind the scenes, but from a consumer/audience point-of-view, it couldn’t have been smoother. The FrightFest team are so good.

There were several moments I had to remind myself that I was actually attending a film festival. It was amusing remembering I had to rush to my own bathroom so I didn’t miss the film start time. But although I missed the party atmosphere of being in Leicester Square, I thought to myself that I could get used to this. I wonder if this will start a trend of more virtual festivals, post-pandemic? I would very much welcome a short film festival in this digital manner, for example.

Also, from the recorded introductions and Q&As, it just seems to me that this horror film making community are a such a nice bunch. I mean, this was obvious when we see them in person at the festival, but on recorded video clips and recorded Q&As, there’s a whole different vibe.


This year offered another litany of great female leads:

Angela Bettis (‘12 Hour Shift’)

Katja Herbers (‘The Columnist’)

Olivia Vinall (‘Fuel’ - short)

Billur Melis Koç (‘AV: The Hunt’) and

Tasia Zalar (‘Dark Places’)

 

Favourites:

‘12 Hour Shift’

‘The Columnist’

‘AV: The Hunt’

-      And the most laughs:

‘Two Heads Creek’

‘Werewolf’ (short)

 

And won me over although maybe not quite my thing…

‘Skull: The Mask’

‘A Ghost Waits’

 

Highlights? A few…

The hand in the washing machine in ‘Wash’.

Sword in Jesus statue in ‘Skull: The Mask’.

The monster costume in Skull: The Mask’.

“Nah, yeh?”, “Yeh, nah.” Etc, from ‘Two Heads Creek’.

The cave shot in ‘AV: The Hunt’.

Stormy Eiffel Tower shot in ‘Dark Stories’.

The twistiness of ‘12 Hour Shift’ and some sly undercurrents of social commentary.

‘AV: The Hunt’ being a pell-mell survivalist actioner without compromising its central message.

 

The vibe I’m getting from social media is that ‘Swerve’ is the one I now need to track down, the one that I missed out on and a highlight of the festival.

And so to next year… for now, I have to overstocked on FrightFest snacks, so I am off to deal with that matter...