This is a difficult movie to discuss. It is very
cheaply made. In fact, it looks like it’s been shot on the type of standard
tape-based video camera that was de rigueur in the last days of the 20th
Century. Direction and create an uncomfortable, realistic
atmosphere. I’m yet to find a subtitled version of the film, I am also shut out
of the dialogue. Granted, this makes the film more challenging for those of us
who are language-impaired. However, these technical aspects mean that I come to
the films disarmed of the central critical tools I would usually utilise. I
confess, I must be a cultural masochist because…*I like it*.
The other difficulty is that reviewing this
unreviewable film means essentially describing what happens, and I’d hate to
give anything away. Suffice it to say that film is divided into four vignettes
(3 live action, the last “puppetry” (to some extent)). Those chapters - as the
international title may have given away – revolve around the theme/motif of
suicide. The first story is long, and very slow. Yet, that mood reflects the
boredom and isolation felt by the protagonist. The film prompts that feeling of
tedium and repetition for the viewer too. Since the protagonist is driven to
suicide by her isolation, inducing that same feeling for the viewer is
unnerving. It also makes the film strangely compelling.
This
disquieting atmosphere is prevalent. The second story is predictably gloomy,
and pretty short. The title notwithstanding, the first chapter established that
there is only one possible conclusion for each vignette. The events that lead to
suicide are imbued with ominous inevitability. The third story is, not to
undersell it, pretty gory. It may be a bit too much for some viewers, as the protagonist’s death is filmed in graphic detail. It is
nothing that hasn’t already been done in countless other splatter films, but
its juxtaposition with the previous downbeat sections renders this tale
somewhat sensational. As a stand-alone piece, the gore would be nowhere near as
affecting. The pacing across the film is what makes this so impactful.
Rounding
off this arc is a bizarre final section, featuring plastic dolls and some
distorted hardcore/extreme techno. I liked it, some will hate it. And who can
blame them? As a conclusion, it makes little sense. It doesn’t even involve
suicide, just murder…if you can call “doll death” murder. Given the thoughtful
way the previous sections were established, paced, and placed, it may be that I
am entirely missing some ominous political subtext. Perhaps there is a running
theme that I am missing out on, not least since I am unable to translate any of
the dialogue. Maybe there is some ‘chant[ing] in the darkness’ that I am not
hearing. Make of it what you will.
Initially,
I was disappointed by Satsu Satsu (ayame). It is not quite the extreme
cinema it is hyped to be, or that anyone familiar with Psycho: Tumbling Doll
of Flesh might expect. However, it has forced itself under my skin. Seven
years after I first saw the film, my mind is still trying to decide if it is
filmic genius or exploitative trash. Yet, I have responded to it rather more
positively on a visceral and subconscious level…or i wouldn’t be writing this
review. Anyone expecting another sick-fest from Anaru will probably be
disappointed (especially during the first half). Unlike most other
straight-to-VHS J-sploitation films I have seen, this one has left me
thinking…and that can be no bad thing.
This
is a hard film to get hold of, but, with prior warning, is worth checking out.
Let it bury into you.
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