Streaming Suicide Club Online
Lundi, avril 5th, 2010 |
Streaming Suicide Club Online.
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What do bags containing wheels of human skin, a computer hacker referred to as “The Bat,” a serial killer named Genesis with a penchant for breaking into song, a girl band named Dessert, a hit song called “Mail Me,” baby chicks, and a kid who clears his throat constantly during cryptic phone calls all have in common? Why, they all appear in Shion Sono’s incredibly disturbing and impenetrable film “Suicide Club.” I’m not the only person who adores these offbeat Japanese horror films: Hollywood loves them so much that studios are scrambling over themselves in a mad dash to buy up remake rights. I’m not so sure, however, that anyone in Tinseltown will knock themselves out trying to bring a new version of Sono’s film to American screens. A scary ghost story about a haunted videotape has an appeal to audiences on these shores; a tale about kids taking their own lives in heinous ways as a result of the evils of mass consumerism doesn’t. Can you imagine a corporation trying to figure out a way to place their products in a film showing children jumping off the roof of their school? I sure can’t. I think it is safe to say that “Suicide Club” will remain a singular effort for some time.
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Sono’s film begins with what is probably one of the most memorable opening sequences in a modern horror film. A group of fifty-four Japanese schoolgirls–wearing those instantly recognizable uniforms–queue up at the edge of a subway track, join hands, and dive in front of a moving train. Oh man, what a mess that makes! The cops, led by Detective Kuroda (Ryo Ishibashi) launch an immediate investigation. Their query takes on decidedly ominous overtones when a white bag left at the scene is found to contain a wheel of stitched together human flesh. Good grief, Charlie Brown! Even my hardened soul recoiled at the sight of so much atrocity so early in a film. My finger strayed to the stop button until I decided to tough it out. Fortunately, the movie can’t sustain its memorable opening scenes, and things start calming down significantly. That doesn’t mean, however, that “Suicide Club” turns into a Disney film. The subway incident soon inspires other youths around the country to come up with grisly ways to take their lives, the worst of which is a scenario involving a bunch of kids jumping off the roof of their very tall school building. Suicide soon becomes the new “in” thing, something everyone wants to do. Kuroda and his men can’t figure out this nightmare.
Then a mysterious website that appears to keep track of the deaths, and even predicts them beforehand with startling accuracy, comes to the attention of the cops. A hacker named “The Bat” soon contacts the police promising to track down the identity of those behind the site, and for the first time it looks like answers explaining the grisly suicides will come to light. Unfortunately, a wacko named Genesis kidnaps The Bat and her friends before she cracks the mystery. This guy and his cohorts live in an abandoned bowling alley where they keep their victims tied up in sheets. Genesis, after singing a song, admits to killing a large number of people. Is he the one behind the suicides and the website? Maybe, but kids keep dying after the authorities apprehend Genesis and his gang. Even Kuroda’s family isn’t immune to the tragedies sweeping the country. By the time he receives phone calls from a throat clearing kid who asks him cryptic questions about his “connections” to his family and others, the whole case seems impossible to solve. The focus of the film then switches to a young lady who finds secret messages hidden in products sold by the girl band Dessert, messages that lead her to a place filled with kids asking the same sort of questions Kuroda failed to answer. It’s also filled with dyed baby chicks (?).
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No one knows better than I do that “Suicide Club” is one strange film. Just when you think you’ve got a handle on the weirdness, Sono throws in another element that doesn’t make sense. By the time the end of the movie rolls around, all sense of logic seems to break down. What exactly is Dessert’s role in the unfolding madness? What does the song “Mail Me” mean, if anything? What is up with the wheels of skin, the kid clearing his throat, and the baby chicks? I think I can follow a few of these things, mainly that all of the questions about “connections” hint at the alienating aspects of pop culture and materialism. There is a sort of “monkey see, monkey do” facet of mass consumerism that is potentially life threatening, seen here in the way kids so readily take to the idea of killing themselves because others are doing the same thing. Life and death become mere commodities. I have no idea how that theme ties in with a bunch of kids sitting around applauding the answers to their questions at the end of the film, or the whole baby chick thing. Especially the baby chick thing, which is probably some symbol a Japanese audience would pick up on in a minute. For me, it’s mystifying in the extreme.
As arcane as it is, “Suicide Club” still entertains. The gore scenes go appropriately over the top, but largely fall away as the movie expresses its social messages. I’m not ashamed at all to say I got a big kick out of Genesis’s performance in the bowling alley; his song isn’t half bad! Extras on the disc consist of trailers for “Suicide Club,” “Between Your Legs,” “Children of Hannibal,” and “The Bathers.” Sono’s film isn’t for everyone, and it holds on tightly to its secrets, but I guarantee you will find something in this picture that will grab your eye. Give it a shot.
In the brash and ghastly opening scene of Jisatsu Curabu (Suicide Club), fifty-four students from eighteen different high schools join hands, step up to the edge of the platform at Shinjuku Station, and jump in front of an oncoming train. The splatter of blood against the train windows and spray of blood on screaming and horrified onlookers, and blood pouring onto the platform, as well as the chaos at the station sets the stage for this drama on how living in an industrial metropolis like Tokyo robs people of their connection to themselves.
Officer Kuroda, a fifty-ish family man with two children, Sakura and Toru, is in charge of the case. At first, the majority of his fellow officers, like the bald Murata think it’s too much TV. A cult perhaps? However, a call from a woman calling herself Koumori (the Bat) reveals something odd and sinister. Koumori refers Shibu to a website that shows a row of red dots (representing women) and white dots (men), and that 54 red dots appeared on the site, and also before the suicides were reported! To add to the sordidness, a roll of ten centimeter strips of skin stitched together is found in a white sports bag at the train platform. Some belong to the dead students, many whose remains body parts are a horrid bloody collage of legs, and uniforms on the autopsy table. Things are complicated further when another caller says assuredly, that there is no suicide club!
Murata’s point that it’s too much TV points to how impressionable teens are and how fads come and go quickly. Two days after the suicides, a group of high schoolers join hands and jump off the roof. Once someone says “Let’s all kill ourselves,” and everyone goes “Yeah!” it’s sad how jaded they seem to be, little realizing that they’ll never see each other again.
It’s not just teens, but ordinary adults committing suicide, as seen in a series of skits. Before hanging themselves, four women loudly declaim that “life is a sin. You just cause trouble for others. Kill yourself before you murder someone.” And a mother in the kitchen slicing some daikon (long turnip) keeps on smiling as she continues slicing her fingers AND the daikon, oblivious to the spray of blood. All her daughter says is “Dad, Mom’s being funny.”
And just what is the connection with Dessert, a quintet of cute girls (average age 12.5) who sing infectious pop-techno songs like the seemingly harmless “Mail Me”? However, it’s a crucial line that may send out the wrong message. They also sing how the world’s like a jigsaw puzzle and how somewhere’s there’s a fit for everyone. “Don’t fit, you say? Then make it so. …There’s nowhere for my piece to go. Find a place that lasts forever. Perhaps I’d better say goodbye.”
But throughout the carnage, emerges the theme of the disconnect Tokyoites have between their fellow comrades. A look at the faces on the subway cars yielded tiredness, emptiness, and unhappiness in their eyes. Indeed, the recurring melancholy instrumental theme reflects weariness at a life without meaning in the industrial waste of Tokyo.
On the phone, Kuroda is asked by a child who has a penchant for clearing his throat: “What’s your connection to yourself?… If you die, will you lose the connection to yourself? Even if you die, your connection to your wife will remain.” It also comes down to the loss of empathy between people: “Why couldn’t you feel the pain of others as you would your own? Why couldn’t you bear the pain of others as you would your own? YOU are the criminal.” Indeed, Kuroda’s own two kids, Sakura and Toru, are more addicted to the Net and to TV rather than their own family.
Maybe it’s best to be like Mitsuko, the girl on the DVD. She is shocked, sad, angry, and betrayed when her boyfriend dives off a roof and lands on her, yet musters the courage to say, “I have to keep living.” She is sullen, a bit harsh, despises stupid questions, but quite the realist, connected to herself.
Apart from the carnage, there are some disturbing scenes, such as forms writhing in sheets in an abandoned bowling alley, and apart from the message of connection, the point of enjoying life is ultimately revealed, per Dessart:
Scary it’s true, but it’s loads of fun too
To open up and feel the brand of life
For each and everyone.
Light yourself with life
Light yourself with love
Light yourself with memories
All it takes is just a little heart and courage on your part
As we go, we’ll forget the pain
We’ll feel life again.
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