Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Suicide Club Review

Fifty four Japanese school-girls stand on a train platform, holding hands, singing and laughing. As the train approaches they clasp their hands tighter, and in sing song fashion start to count. As the train arrives, the counting stops and all 54 of them jump in front of the train. Buckets of blood and guts spray the train, the passengers and the people passing by.

Later, another group of teenagers sit on the roof of a school building during their lunch break. They are eating and laughing and looking like happy school children. Conversations turn to the 54 and how cool it would be to form their own suicide circle. Amongst much joking and good time having, a crew decides to end their lives then and there. Standing on the edge of the rooftop they hold hands and plunge their way to the bottom. Buckets of blood and guts spray all over the school grounds, teachers and students.

Amongst the bloodletting are some scenes about a tyke pop group whose Britney Spearesque pop wailings are irresistible to every teen. Adults everywhere do their best to quash any talk about the deaths being a part of a suicide club movement. All of which builds on a developing theme involving societies herd mentality.

Call it Japanese horror with a message.

The cops have to rule all of these deaths as accidents for there seems to be no foul play involved. That is until a bag filled with little rectangles of skin sewn together shows up. Then the suicides become the matter of detective work.

The detectives begin getting calls from a cyber savvy woman who seems to know more than she lets on, calling herself the Bat. She leads the detectives to an internet site keeping a count of the suicides before they actually happen. One of the detective's kids finds another site with some peculiar type clues.

Call it Japanese horror, detective thriller with a message.

Through all this shocking, blood splattering suicidal carnage continues to occur.

The detectives find a suspect who acts like a cross between Ziggy Stardust and Graham Norton. He's definitely a bad fellow, what with the squishing of animals, kidnapping and the random sexing with girls wrapped in pillow cases lying in a bowling alley. But he may not behind all the suicides.

Call it Japanese horror, detective thriller by way of a gay Asian MTV, with a message.

In the end we're left with nary an explanation of the suicides, but that's not really the point anyway. There is lots of gory violence if you like that kind of thing. And let's be honest if you are taking the time to search out a copy of a relatively obscure Japanese horror film called Suicide Club, you probably do. There are gobs of creepy, moody suspense, with some very dark humor thrown in. All mixed in with some pretty in your face, and spot on social commentary.

What's not to love?

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