As promised, here’s the first installment in what I have opted to fondly name “Goreweek ’09″: I review some of the most notorious films out there for your amusement.
Luckily, I’ve been blessed with something of an iron stomach. The first proper “horror” film I can remember seeing was Spawn, although this wasn’t my first actual “gore” film. That was Romero’s Dawn of the Dead. I remember feeling violently queasy after watching the infamous disembowling scene. This was at 12 years old. Since then my tastes expanded to the Evil Dead series and several obscure Japanese films. Thanks, Dad.
Today I’ll be reviewing Takashi Miike’s infamous “Ichi the Killer”. So sit back, relax and enjoy.
Although the film is indeed called Ichi the Killer (Ichi being the Japanese name for the number 1), the central character is a sado-masochistic Yakuza enforcer called Kakihara who is looking for his boss’s killer who just happens to be the eponymous Ichi.
I won’t spoil the whole plot for you, but here’s a little stab by stab lowdown as to just how viewing pans out for the viewer.
0.05 : A woman has had the shit beaten out of her and the film’s title has just formed out of a puddle of come. Delightful.
0.30: Can I smell Tempura?

TEMPURA?! WHERE?!
The film then descends into an orgy of violence, torture, misogyny and some really crazy fucking plot twists. believe it or not, the gore isn’t that bad. It’s campy, over the top, silly. And that’s the way it should be. I just can’t say that I feel all that comfortable with the portrayl of women in the film. One woman gets raped and beaten, then killed. Another one says she fantasizes about being raped… whatever. I’m split about the movie. It disgusts and compells me; because the scary thing is that Miike actually does know that he’s fucking with a lot of conventions.
If you’re a gore fan, I’d watch it, but take it with a pinch of salt. Good film though.




