Bill Harner, Freelance Movie Enthusiast |
If you find yourself strangely intrigued and wanting more, Sushi Typhoon has a movie (or seven) for you. Sushi Typhoon was born from the blood, guts, and circuits of the insane horror, gore, and sci-fi genres Japan. It came into being in 2010 with the intent to create low-budget horror, science fiction, and fantasy films aimed at an international audience.
Helldriver, Yakuza Warrior, and Mutant Girls Squad all share the common DNA in the stylings of visual effects creators and directors of the genre classics Tokyo Gore Police, Samurai Princess, and Machine Girl. In that vein Helldriver, Yakuza Warrior, and Mutant Girls Squad probably spent more on the makeup and prosthetic appliances than the rest of the film. Which, combined with over the top plots, acting that goes from half decent to “how can they manage to stay in character, this scene is so ridiculous?", and a wonderfully dark sense of humor makes them absolutely delightful to watch.
And this dude is responsible for most of the awesomeness.
Director Noboru Iguchi |
Since Yakuza Weapon was my most recent viewing, that’s where I’ll start. Yakuza Weapon centers around a young Yakuza who comes home to Japan when he is informed that his father, a Yakuza leader, has been assassinated. As the story progresses, the young Yakuza encounters, and deals with, various people and the associated problems they bring him and his two helpers; in the way that only a wealthy 16 year old who dropped acid while watching Shogun and employing a screen writer to capture his every thought, can handle it. Amazingly douchey fedora on the hero? Check. More decapitations than a Klingon orgy? Check. Blood that flows freer than the Windex at a Greek family reunion? Double check. Foppish assistant to the bad guy who counts to potato? Hellz yeah, Snootchie Bootchies! (Any movie that features someone counting by potato is award worthy, in my book) Strap on Robo-dildo? …Ok, who's the jackass who wrote that into the damn script? Not cool, man, not cool. What's that? You wrote in 47 metric tonnes of dynamite and a rocket launching knee? Ok, we're cool, Brah.
There is more awesomeness to this flick but I don't want to spoil anything because there were a couple of surprises that made me giggle so hard I almost sharted.
Karate Robo Zaborgar. What this is I don’t even know. I can’t begin to properly describe it so I’m just going to write what I posted to the Book of Faces as I viewed it:
Post 1: I have discovered where old Power Rangers costumes, special effects and acting coaches go to die. Karate Robo Zaborgar!
I am about ten minutes into it and it makes Robo Geisha seem the height of whatever you call this genre of Japanese film making.
Post 2: Point in its favor: Man breast milk. And fake spitting.
Post 3: Point against : worst subtitles. Ever.
Post from friend commenting on my observations: "Karate Robo Zaborgar" said out loud sounds like you are getting ready to say something awesome and then had a stroke before you could finish it.
Post 4: Point for: just introduced an evil robot named Diarrhea Robot.
Post 5: I wish I had the fifth of Scotch we polished off last night right now.
Post 6: Point for: bad guy Cyborg named "King Africa" which is a Japanese guy in a Dashiki with ping pong ball eyes sticking out of his face.
Post 7: Point against and for: main character sitting on his robot motorcycle eating a roll and crying.
Post 8: Ooooo.... we got tit missiles from the main bad cyborg lady. And a perverted motorcycle robot.
Post 9: And a human/Cyborg sex scene as only the folks at Sushi Typhoon could imagine it...
Post 10: Rocket wheelchair. Powered by fart. I could not make this stuff up. I just want to know what drugs are legal in Japan that they come up with this stuff.
Cold Fish is possibly the strangest of the bunch. Perhaps it's the normalcy of it all that got to me. It's loosely based on a couple of serial killers in Japan. It centers around the hapless existence of a small fish trader who makes an unlikely friend when his daughter is caught stealing.
Cold Fish is possibly the strangest of the bunch. Perhaps it's the normalcy of it all that got to me. It's loosely based on a couple of serial killers in Japan. It centers around the hapless existence of a small fish trader who makes an unlikely friend when his daughter is caught stealing.
There is gore and blood but in a much more refined and realistic manner than the other offerings from the Typhoon. No fountainous spurts of the glorious red stuff; just the satisfying dark red that clings and permeates certain scenes in disgustingly beautiful way. Abusive relationships, random and seemingly nonsensical emphasis on western religious symbols, chopped off peckers, microwaved food and corpse play are all staples of the film. If you have dreams of becoming a serial killer but aren't sure how to dispose of the bodied this film may have some pointers for you.
I haven’t had the opportunity to view Deadball or Aliens Vs. Ninjas yet but I have a feeling I won’t be disappointed by them.
This article is the best argument in favor of Japanese gore comedy that I have ever read.
ReplyDeleteI have to visit Japan someday! That place makes Newark look like Toronto.
ReplyDeleteCan't... stop... laughing....
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