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Audio Format: DD 5.1 Surround, DD 2.0 Stereo Video Format: Widescreen 1.85:1 (Anamorphic) Languages: Japanese, English Subtitles: English Region Code: 1 Year Made: 2001 Running Time: 124
Although they are exceptionally kinetic, the opening moments of Japanese's leading cinematic anarchist Takashi Miike's Ichi the Killer (a "1" in the Japanese title threatens a sequel, and considering Miike's prolific output, it's probably coming soon) do little to prepare you for the scope of perversion and debasement that follows. In a barroom setting, the camera whips around, focusing on most of the film's characters, and occasionally pauses to apply what looks like a Photoshop filter to the action. Shots of a bicycle ride from a first person perspective are intercut with fleeting images of crows and cityscapes. The cast and crew's name emerge from an extreme close-up of the bicycle's chain before the film moves to a bloody and violent rape scene. As the battering grows increasingly intense, we note that a voyeur is watching the action unfold. Upon being discovered, he flees the scene, but not before leaving his mark: a puddle of semen from which the film's title emerges.
It's hardly a subtle opening, but it's a brilliant one, and the film's inventiveness rarely ceases to amaze. Every time Miike pushes us farther than we thought we could go, it ratchets it up a level by either growing even more violent, or by disarming our shock with a bit of morbid humor. For example, the opening salvo described above is followed by an exchange of dialogue in which a group of men talk about having to "mop up". It's twisted, sophomoric stuff to be sure, but it's willing to take its fascination with violence and sex farther than most films that I can think of. Miike's extremism evokes the great gore classics, such as Peter Jackson's Dead Alive or the mother of all bloody Hong Kong flicks, Riki-Oh. By comparison, his Audition, which had audiences fleeing from the theater or squirming in their seats, is a Julia Roberts movie.
That Miike so consistently goes for the jugular makes the movie's numerous arterial sprays lack a bit of impact by the film's end. For me, the most disturbing moment in the film was a beating that took place just off screen (though it was troubling more because it was perpetrated by the closest thing the film had to a moral center up to that point than because it was violent.) It's an exploitation film through and through, so it's a bit silly to complain about its lack of justification, but that it sneaks a tiny bit in there made me want for more. The implication of the shocking title card is that we're all getting off on violence like the voyeur that made that splashy opening possible. There's the suggestion that videogame and film violence has desensitized and hypnotized us, and that brutality has become the fodder for our pleasure. That the disembowelments are so often played for laughs here is at once the film's social comment and its raison d'erte. The closest the film comes to underlining that message is when a young boy offering food to a bird is wounded by the creature, but continues to extend his hand. There remains the question of whether the ends justify the means, however. Surely, Miike seems to present the film's sadism obsessed Yakuza with his tongue firmly planted in his cheek, but he also obviously gets off on killing them in the most inventive ways possible, and that grows a little overbearing several times throughout the film.
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