Historical fiction of a horrific nature and very well done, both in Cullen’s story-telling as well as the vivid illustrations of Mirko Colak.
ART: Stunning. Too good to glance over, so much detail. You’ll be forced to examine closely or miss the point of the story. But you’ll want to see it, even though you know you should look away.
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BUBBA HO-TEP AND THE COSMIC BLOOD-SUCKERS #1 (IDW Publishing, May 16 release date) Writer: Joshua Jabcuga. Artist: Tadd Galusha. Colorist: Ryan Hill. Letterer: Tom B. Long.
If you’re a fan of either BUBBA HO-TEP, the weird fiction tale penned by Texas icon Joe R. Lansdale, or BUBBA HO-TEP the weird grind house movie directed by cult favorite Don Coscarelli – – – then you’ll want to check out the BUBBA HO-TEP AND THE COSMIC BLOOD-SUCKERS comic. If you’re unfamiliar with both of those antecedents, then pick up the comic and give it a try-out. If you enjoy it, then make sure to read the original story and watch the movie. You’re going to be thrilled and entertained beyond anything the comic delivers.
I’m a big fan of both the printed story and the movie, but not as sure about the comic. While it makes a noble effort to stay true to the original spirit and maintain the wackiness of the original, it falls short and disappoints. I’ll reserve final judgment until I’ve finished the saga, but at this point I have a few objections.
My main objection is how the comic departs from the original story and in doing so, in my opinion, takes some of the specialness away.
Lansdale’s original story plays with the urban legend about Elvis sitings and reveals how The King never died. The real Elvis Presley grew tired of his life and longed to go back to his roots, singing and performing in small clubs. So he switches places with a skilled Elvis impersonator. It’s the impersonator who, years later, dies while sitting on the toilet at Graceland.
The real Elvis becomes the best Elvis impersonator ever, but still never comes close to the notoriety or riches he once enjoyed. He lives in obscurity in a trailer park until, in declining health, he falls from the stage and breaks his hip. He ends his days in a rundown nursing home. There he meets a black man who says he’s the real John F. Kennedy. Strange things begin to occur at the nursing home, and Elvis and JFK work together to take down the Egyptian mummy who roams the halls at night and steals souls of the residents.
Coscarelli’s film brought the craziness of the story to a vibrant visualization, playing on B-movie and horror film tropes, with some remarkable performances from Bruce Campbell as Elvis and Ossie Davis as JFK. Their characters were just exploring their commonality and developing a friendship when the menace interrupted them. Their bumbling and inexperienced attempts to confront the terror were part of the charm of both story and film.
In BUBBA HO-TEP AND THE COSMIC BLOOD-SUCKERS the story takes place long before the nursing home events, in an earlier time before the real Elvis traded places with his imitator. Comic writer Joshua Jabcuga removes the charm when he postulates the notion that Elvis was an experienced monster hunter, having served in this capacity under the thrall of his manager, Colonel Tom Parker, for years. That means that when Elvis met Bubba Ho-Tep he was a veteran of these conflicts and neither surprised nor inept. Way to muck up the mythology, Jabcuga.
When the development of a comic series was originally announced by IDW in 2017, Lansdale was mentioned as a co-writer. His name is strangely absent from the credits page. I wonder why.
In addition, Bubba Ho-Tep was the name referring to the ancient monster. I seriously doubt that the mummy is going to step in and play a role in this comic, but his name is right up front in the title. Of course, fans of the original might not make the same association if the book was titled REAL ELVIS VERSUS THE COSMIC BLOOD-SUCKERS.
Credit Jabcuga for introducing some weirdness of his own to this story. However, his additions are just odd and wacky and lack the down-home charm that exudes through Lansdale’s original story. Lansdale is a veteran story-teller whose style is easy to imitate but harder to duplicate. Regardless of the genre he writes in, reading Lansdale is akin to sitting on the porch next to Grandpa in his rocking chair while he spins a favorite yarn of days gone by. Fascinated and riveted at the same time.
In Jabcuga’s world, Colonel Parker runs a covert agency employed by the government to investigate otherworldly threats. President Nixon gives him the “guess and find” mission of uncovering vampires in human guise who can only be seen through 3-D glasses. Parker gets around the Louisiana swamps on these missions via a huge steamboat crewed by zombies enslaved to him. Elvis has to go along with this because Parker holds his beloved mother’s soul in thrall. Elvis and his good ole boy bodyguard, Johnny Smack, get paired up with a blind man, a femme fatale, the descendent of John Henry, and a lumberjack-dressed logistics expert named Jack.
As crazy as the original Bubba Ho-Tep story was, you couldn’t read it without smiling. Jabcuga does his best to match the craziness, but he can’t equal the humor as much as he tries. The comic is weird, but it’s not very funny.
However, there were a few scenes that made me chuckle. In the opening story, a homeless man sneaks into a Mississippi junkyard. As he approaches the chain-link fence, the obligatory Beware Of Dog sign is displayed. Alongside it are two more signs. One has a logo of a gun with the message “We Don’t Call 911.” The other sign says “Can you make the fence in 6 seconds? The dog can.”
Later, Elvis is having a conversation with the femme fatale, explaining why he’s allowing Parker to dominate his time and use him this way. She remarks that she now understands “why the hit records stopped and you made all the bad movies.”
STORY: Needs to win me over. Crazy alone won’t do it. 1.5 POINTS
ART: No quibbles here. The art is great and very appropriate to the story, in a pre-Comics Code EC Tales From The Crypt way. 2.5 POINTS
COVER: Not excited by the fat Elvis. But that Tim Truman double cover is a winner. 1 POINT.
READ AGAIN? I might, after I check out the rest of the story. But otherwise it’s not necessary, and somewhat painful to Lansdale fans. 0 POINTS
RECOMMEND? To fans of Bubba Ho-Tep: if you don’t check it out, you’ll always be wondering about it. Spend a little on the first issue and go from there. 1/2 POINT.
TOTAL RATING: 5.5 POINTS. Only for the dedicated or curious.
Illustrated in respectful classic horror comic fashion by the incredibly detailed artwork of Santiperez.
English Title: The Chaser
Hangul Title: 추격자
Director: Na Hong-Jin
Writer: Hong Won-Chan, Lee Shinho, Na Hong-Jin
Producer: Choi Moon-Su, Jeong Seung-Ku
Cinematographer: Lee Seong-Je
Stars: Kim Yun-Seok, Ha Jung-Woo, Seo Young-Hee
Release Date: February 14, 2008
Runtime : 123 min.
Director Na Hong-Jin’s complex film The Wailing (see review here) was not only one of 2016’s best horror films, but also — in this reviewer’s opinion — a masterpiece of modern suspense, defining just how good and intricate horror can be when done well. Having been entranced by that film, I set my sights on viewing Na’s entire oeuvre.
First on the list was 2008’s The Chaser, Na’s debut feature film based on South Korea’s infamous serial killer, Yoo Young-cheol. In less than a one-year period, Yoo murdered and 21 people, mutilating and – in some cases – cannibalizing his victims. Yoo was convicted in 2005 of 20 murders (one case being thrown out on a technicality) and received the death penalty, a sentence which has not, as of yet, been carried out.
Now don’t get me wrong, The Chaser is not some dry bio-pic but rather an intense, Hitchockian thriller that maintains a remarkable level of suspense throughout and rivals The Silence of the Lambs as one of the best serial killer movies ever made. Imagine if you will, the level of suspense from the last 30 minutes of Silence sustained over a 2-hour movie and you would have The Chaser.
Like in The Wailing, director Na gives us an unlikely hero as the centerpiece of our story. Jung-ho (Kim Yun-Seok of The Priests and Na’s The Yellow Sea), a middle-aged former detective turned pimp, finds himself in serious trouble (financially and otherwise) as two of his girls have gone missing while on professional calls. Jung-ho alternately believes that the girls are simply making off with his money or that someone is stealing and re-selling the young women. One night he sends Mi-jin, one of remaining girls and – unbeknownst to Jung-ho – a single mother of a 7-year-old daughter – out on a call. Though clearly ill with the flu, Mi-Jin (Seo Young-Hee of Circle of Crime and The Accidental Detective) reluctantly takes the call and meets Ji Young-Min (Ha Jung-Woo of 2016’s Tunnel and The Handmaiden), a young man living in a disused, gated house in Seoul. Suspicious of Ji from the get-go, Mi-Jin still follows through, following him into a yard overgrown with weeds and into the house. Once inside, Mi-Jin knows she is in trouble (though she is not sure yet the exact nature of the danger) and excuses herself to the restroom where she finds a piece of skull with long black hair attached in the bottom of a dingy shower. With no escape possible from the bathroom possible, Mi-Jin returns to the livingroom and finds Ji still seated where he was before. But when she attempts to leave, she finds the front door padlocked shut. In no time, a terrified Mi-Jin finds herself hog-tied in the restroom as Ji places a spike against the back of her neck and attempts to hammer it into her skull.
Meanwhile Jung-ho has realized that the number that Ji called from is the same number of the customer from the missing two girls. Now convinced that Ji is stealing and re-selling the girls, Jung-ho goes to look for Mi-jin and calls on his buddies still on the police force to help. But when his buddies can’t assist because of a political mess with which they are involved, Jung-ho finds he is all on his own. Will he find Mi-Jin before it is too late and, in the process uncover a serial killer, or will Ji go on killing and claim more victims? The Chase is on.
From the earliest moments of The Chaser, director Na sets a level of suspense that he remarkably maintains and builds upon throughout the film’s two hour run time. Dark and gritty (thanks to Lee Seong-Je’s subtle cinematography and locations ranging from the affluent to the red-light), the film expertly avoids genre-film clichés and makes unexpected and expert moves to keep the tension mounting throughout.
First and foremost, our anti-hero Jung-ho in not some trite movie creation. He’s not a great guy…not some noble soul out to save the world from evil. He isn’t motivated by anything but money and not losing his livelihood. And his livelihood are there women he exploits. This isn’t some crusade to save a young girl he cares about. She is commerce and throughout most of the film, Jung-ho doesn’t even realize the danger Mi-Jin is in. Does he soften during the film? Is there a character arc? Well, yes, to a degree, but Na is smart enough as a director to make sure it isn’t some grand reversal. Jung-ho’s evolution is minor, perhaps even glacial. Any humanizing of Jung-ho occurs subtly and quietly when he discovers Mi-Jin’s young daughter (the impressively mature Kim Yoo-Jung, already a season professional at age 7). There is a nice moment when he seems to realize Mi-Jin was a real human being, but it is so underplayed that we, as an audience, never feel the director is trying to manipulate humanity into a rather despicable lead character. But it is through Jung-Ho’s discovery of Ki-Jin’s daughter, that director Na wisely allows us to project something more noble onto Jung-Ho’s character without ever having the character’s main monetary motivation diminished. In short, Jung-ho is a pimp and Na never explicitly tries to redeem him as a character.
Another way Na flaunts movie clichés is that he allows Jung-ho and killer Ji to meet very, very early on in the film and the resulting chase scene between the two is remarkably simple and realistic. There are no great car chases; no fancy editing gimmicks. These are two real men – one older and slightly over weight and one younger — running through the streets. They are frantic and winded and tired and Na shows it all. It is a chase scene which rivals the best automotive chase scenes in Hollywood films.
What Na also does by having the two meet so early is ratchet up the suspense. Jung-ho is so very, very close to discovering Mi-Jin that it is almost painful for the viewer. One wants to shout at John-ho… “she’s right nearby! Why can’t you see what we already know!”
Na also, smartly, does not delve into the psychology of his killer Ji. We don’t get any scenes where you try to understand why he does what he does. There no attempt at explanation. And one must credit actor Ha Jung-Wo with a nicely understated performance. While Ha is not one of my favorite Korean actors, he delivers nicely. He’s good looking, but you never get a sense he is trying to go against his looks and create menace as so many pretty-boy Hollywood actors might. He is an average Joe played very simply which makes his character all the more menacing without Ha having to chew up scenery.
Not enough credit for the success of this film has gone to actress Seo Young-He who plays Mi-Jin who, with very little screen time, manages to give us a character we as an audience deeply care about. Seo spends most of the film screaming and frightened, but she is the soul of the film. We never fear from Jung-ho’s safety. We as an audience are focused solely on Mi-Jin and the reversals that keep her from being found. While Na and his screenwriters deserve some credit for this – in two small scenes crafting a character we care about – it is Seo’s depth of performance which seals the deal. There is real jeopardy here. Yes, giving the “victim” a young child is a quick easy way to engender sympathy for a minor character, but without Seo’s utterly believable performance we as an audience would see the manipulation and the film would not be nearly as impressive. And, surprisingly – or perhaps because of — Seo’s performance, the role never once feels exploitative.
Now, Na is an expert at audience manipulation, by all means. But it the subtle manner in which he does it that lets us buy it. And that applies to all the twists and turns the movie takes. Na makes expert moves and allows us as viewers to be close enough to the victim to know what Jung-ho does not. In this way, Na maintains an achingly painful suspense. We know Jung-ho is standing right outside the gate of the house that Mi-Jin is held captive in. But Jung-ho does not. We know – when Ji is arrested and confesses to his crimes – what the police don’t…we know where the evidence they lack lies. And when they let Ji go, we are devastated.
Na plays with the audience and that allows him – in a debut directorial effort, no less – to deliver a pulse-pounding film. We as viewers are almost another character in the film and Na is obviously aware of that and uses it – and us – to his advantage.
There is gore and blood but far less, I think, than other reviewers have noted. Most of the violence and gore is implied rather than shown; I think the fact that so many reviews paint it as far more graphic than it actually is is a testament to Na and the imagination he has managed to evoke is his viewers.
In the end, The Chaser is not only a knock-out for a first time director, it is one of the best thrillers of probably the last two decades. Relentless and unforgiving, The Chaser is what Hitchcock’s Frenzy should have been but would never have been allowed to be.
English Title: Deranged
Hangul Title: 연가시)
Director: Park Jung-Woo,
Writers: Park Jung-Woo, Kim Kyoung-Hoon, Jo Dong-In
Cinematographer: Ki Se-Hoon
Release Date: July 5, 2012
Runtime: 109 min
Stars: Kim Myung-Min, Moon Jeong-Hee, Kim Dong-Wan, Lee Honey
In South Korea there’s an epidemic underway. Out of nowhere, hundreds of people are throwing themselves into rivers, streams and lakes and drowning themselves. What is even more stranger is that one day all the victims seem fine (other than increased hunger and thirst), but when their bodies are pulled from the water they are desiccated, as if they had suffered from malnutrition for weeks prior to their death.
The government and top scientists are stumped as to what the cause is, but one thing is clear…the epidemic is spreading…rapidly.
Once the cause and a cure are discovered, the race is on to produce enough cure to treat the populace. But other forces stand in the way.
Deranged starts off very strongly, a creepy little film with generally strong performances. Though his character is extremely unlikable at first, Kim Myung-Min proves ever reliable and creates a generally sympathetic character. Kim Dong-Wan as his black-sheep brother (also a police officer) gives a good performance despite very little in the script to help him along. Former Miss South Korea, Lee Honey, again proves she has serious acting chops, excelling in a fairly thankless role.
While the film starts off strong, it becomes rather bloated and repetitive, lessening the effect of the film and the messages it wants to convey. Time and again, scenes are repeated over and over (especially with respect too Kim Myung-Min’s quarantined family) without adding anything to the narrative and serving only to drag out the pace and run time.
The screenplay wanders aimlessly at times and could have used some judicious editing. Kim Myung-Min’s transformation from unlikable to hero is forced and lightning fast. Kim Dong-Wan’s brother character could have been interesting but the director and writers never quite seem to know what to do with him and there is a period of about 20 minutes (possibly more) where he just vanishes. Lee Honey certainly delivers as best she can, but the screenwriters never really know what to do with her or her scientist character.
Because of the repetitive nature of the film, director Park has a difficult time maintaining any suspense or horror. Technical elements such as cinematography and sound design are all competent but not groundbreaking or particularly inventive. They serve the film but never serve to necessarily enhance the drama.
There is a lot of social commentary here: ineptness of government, greed of corporations, man’s inhumanity to man, one’s inability to appreciate family until it is threatened. But the commentary is delivered with a sledge-hammer rather than a soft touch.
South Korea has produced some amazing horror films in the past (and present), especially in the “infection” sub-genre; sadly Deranged suffers far too much from its ails to really rise above at the moniker of standard fare. It’s a fine enough diversion, but you are likely to find yourself more often than not wondering just when the hell it will end.
SIX SCARY STORIES Selected and Introduced by Stephen King. Cemetery Dance Publications, 2016. 126 pages. Trade Hardcover $24.95. ISBN #978-1-58767-571-3. http:www.cemeterydance.com
Upon the United Kingdom release of Stephen King’s collection The Bazaar of Bad Dreams, publishers Hodder & Stoughton and The Guardian ran a short story competition. The major requirement was that all stories provide a “quick, unsettling encounter” for a “shorter, more intense experience.”
Stephen King agreed to review the six entries that made it to the finals and declare a winner. He was so impressed with all six finalists that he suggested they be published together in one book. SIX SCARY STORIES from Cemetery Dance Publications is the result; and all six stories are premium quality works. They are truly ‘short’ stories, and each includes an intense jolt. The longest story of the bunch is just 24 pages; while the shortest story is 12 pages.
The winner of the competition is the well-deserved and eerie travel narrative “Wild Swimming” by Elodie Harper. Wild swimming enthusiast Chrissie, traveling through some remote regions of Europe, decides to ignore the warnings and take a dip in a Lithuanian reservoir. Author Harper, a journalist, utilizes email messages to tell the story and builds the suspense and tension nicely.
The other stories in the collection are not ranked, but we are going to mention them here in our order of preference.
“Eau-De-Eric” by Manuela Saragosa, another journalist like Harper, relates the tale of a widowed mother raising her young daughter. Mother buys a teddy bear at a second-hand shop and daughter names it after the deceased father, because it “smells like Daddy.” Mother is then unable to separate the toy from the daughter, much to her chagrin, and this drives a dysfunctional wedge between them.
“The Unpicking” is written by Michael Button, a former software developer and teacher, and relates what happens with toys while children are sleeping. A young boy’s stuffed animals and dolls creep out of the toy chest at night and play games. The toy called Nobody suggest a new and dangerous game with dreadful results.
In “The Spots”, by multimedia writer and director Paul Bassett Davies, a subordinate is assigned by the head of government to count the spots on a leopard. He has difficulty completing the task.
The last two stories are from full-time fiction writers.
Neil Hudson tells a post-apocalyptic tale in “The Bear Trap.” The remaining survivors are farmers, and neighbors are few and far between. A young man is left to tend the farm while his father searches for relatives. He encounters a wandering stranger with bad manners who invites himself to stay, and makes fun of the homestead’s resources.
“La Mort De L’Amant” by Stuart Johnstone, the shortest story in the book, presents a stylish scenario with secondary themes involving local colloquialisms. An older man waits on a bridge over a waterfall, about to complete his mission when he is interrupted by a younger police officer.
True to the introduction by Stephen King, these stories are short and sweet, and reach their end result quickly. SIX SCARY STORIES is a fun collection, providing engaging entertainment, and a few jolts along the way.
Title: Train To Busan Hangul Title: 부산행 Literal Translation: For Busan Run Time: 118 minutes Distributor: Well Go USA Entertainment (USA) / Next Entertainment World (International) Director: Yeon Sang-Ho Writer: Park Joo-Suk, Yeon Sang-Ho Cinematographer: Lee Hyung-Duk Producers: Lee Dong-Ha, Kim Yeon-Ha Starring: Gong Yoo, Kim Soo-An, Ma Dong-Seok, Jung Yu-Mi, Kim Eui-Sung, Choi Woo-Sik,… Continue reading “Train to Busan” – Movie Review
Title: The Wailing
Hangul Title: 곡성
Literal Translation: Gokseong
Run Time: 156 minutes
Director / Writer: Na Hong-Jin
Cinematographer: Hong Kyung-Pyo
Producers: Lim Min-Sub, Seo Dong-Hyun, Kim Ho-Sung
For anyone familiar with South Korean film and television, it is not an understatement to say that the industry centered in Seoul tends to be far more inventive than the American industry, the latter stuck in an endless cycle of rehashed ideas and average execution. America beats a genre to death, preferring to regurgitate over and over that which has found even a modicum of success (see just about any found-footage film produced since the abysmal “The Blair Witch Project” or any James Wan film). South Korea is certainly not free from guilt in that department Their rom-com series and movies can be just as formulaic as the American counterparts and much of what comes out of the country is mired in youth culture, just like in America. But what sets the Korean industry apart from the American is their willingness to take huge risks on both the large and small screens on a fairly regular basis and thereby breathe new life into various genres far more regularly.
Hollywood, it seems, has taken notice. 20th Century Fox has made a sizable investment in Korean cinema of late, co-producing over a dozen films in exchange for certain distribution rights and, presumably, American remake rights. And Fox has its hands in one of South Korea’s biggest theatrical hits, writer/director Na Hong-Jin’s The Wailing, an atmospheric, tense and immensely suspenseful horror film which takes just about every trope of the horror genre, throws them in a blender and in the process reinvigorates a genre that desperately needs shaking up.
Premiering at the Cannes Film Festival (in itself a testament to Fox’ faith in the film), The Wailing is set in the peaceful, rural village of Gokseong (the literal translation of the Hangul title 곡성), a town where everyone knows everyone and nothing untoward ever seems to happen. Policeman Jong-Goo (the always reliable Kwak Do-Wan) is awakened one rainy morning to help investigate a brutal murder of a family…a murder, it seems,was perpetrated by the father of the family. From the moment we meet Jong-Goo we expect him to be the head of the police, someone who will emerge as the hero and save his village from whatever we’re about to witness. Instead, Na and Kwak give us a somewhat bumbling subordinate, a sergeant who is often late to work and seemingly disinterested in the dull routine in a town where nothing ever happens. The fact that he fucks around on his wife and isn’t even smart enough to hide the fact from his young daughter Hyo-Jin (the impressive Kim Hwan-Hee) is testament to the fact that this is a man utterly bored with his life.
Arriving at the crime scene, Jong-Goo is struck by the man in and handcuffs sitting on the porch. Covered in festering boils and with eyes glazed over, he seems a broken man, zombie-like. The horror that awaits him in the main room of the house is beyond unbelievable, almost ritualistic: an entire family slaughtered, blood covered walls, belongings strew about in heaps. It clearly shakes Jong-Goo to his core…perhaps being the first time he has even seen any real crime although his career and he are both clearly in their middle age. A co-worker tells Jong-Goo that the neighbors seemed to think the man had eaten poisoned mushrooms as his behavior had been strange for days. A reason Jong-Goo is all too happy to accept.
Back at the station on night-shift, Jong-Goo and his partner are discussing the case. Jong-Goo believes the poisoned mushroom story. His partner, however, has heard other rumors spreading throughout the village…that strange things had never happened here until an older Japanese man (Japan’s ever impressive Jun Kunimura in an alternately sympathetic and frightening performance) moved into a remote house in the forest. In fact, he says, one village saw the old man — wearing nothing but a fundoshi – in the forest tearing apart an animal with his bare teeth, devouring it. It’s a true ghost story moment in the police station as the storm rages outside. Jong-Goo chides his partner for believing such nonsense, hinting at the underlying bigotry of it. When the electricity suddenly goes out, the two cops are frightened out of their wits at the sight of a naked woman standing right outside the door; yet, when they go out to investigate, the entire neighborhood is dark and the woman has vanished.
The next night, Jong-Goo is late again responding to the scene of a house fire. When he arrives, officers are trying to restrain what seems to be a distraught woman survivor flailing around like a madwoman, growling and grunting, biting officers to get loose. Jong-Goo attempts to help restrain her but she breaks free and as one of the bodies the officers are clearing from the house seems to come back to life, both the woman and the victim attack Jong-Goo, shaking him to his core. Especially so since the wild woman was the woman he had seen the night before, naked in the rain outside the station. When he notices the Japanese man at the scene calmly watching the events, the rumors take hold in Jong-Goo’s psyche.
As deaths continue to mount, more and more outlandish rumors spread about the Japanese man, his possible involvement with the murderers. Still, Jong-Goo looks for a more believable scenario. As he guards the fire scene, Jong-Goo ruminates to his partner about the possible cause. As they talk, a young woman in white who they have never seen, sits on her haunches just outside the scene and literally throws stones at the two cops. As the woman is clearly crazy, they try to ignore her. All the killers had festering boils, Jong-Goo surmises, so it must be some kind of infection; he instructs his partner to check with the local clinics as to any possible outbreaks.
Alone at the scene, Jong-Goo still tries to ignore the woman in white as stones gather at his feet. Finally, the woman comes nearer, explaining that she witnessed the crime, saw the woman murder her family. She states that the rumor is that the Japanese man is a ghost who sucks your blood and steals your soul. And if one has seen him, one must beware…the ghost is stalking you. Still mentally fighting against unfounded rumors, Jong-Goo seems to gloss over her warnings about the Japanese man; rather he excitedly calls his partner, stating that he has found an eyewitness. Problem is, when he turns to speak with her again, she has vanished.
Besieged by vivid nightmares of the Japanese man’s purported animalistic nature, Jong-Goo is starting to feel the toll the case is taking on him. And when his daughter suddenly takes ill, displaying symptoms eerily similar to those of others who have gone on to become killers, he enlists his partner and a local villager –who claims to have witnessed the animal side of the man — to pay the Japanese man a visit. On their way through the forest, the three stumble upon carcasses of dead animals. “I told you,” the villager screams. Then as if the spirits are conspiring to keep them from the house, the heavens open up and the three must rush back to the village due to a strange accident that falls upon the villager.
At the hospital, Jong-Goo witnesses the violent death of yet another man covered in boils. That night, he witnesses his daughter undergoing a similar fit during the throes of her illness and when his daughter’s behavior becomes more bizarre, Jong-Goo’s mother-in-law wants to call in a mudang, a shaman, to find out what is wrong with the girl.
With growing dread for his daughter, Jong-Goo decides that he and his partner will try again to visit the old Japanese man. This time they enlist the help of a young Deacon from the local Catholic church (a nod to “The Exorcist”), ostensibly as a translator. Finding the old man’s home vacant and knowing full well that they are breaking the law, the trio enter and is shocked at what they find in a hidden room: a makeshift altar, photographs of the victims taken both before and after their deaths, and, in the center of the room, a mound personal items belonging to the victims…and future victims. Amongst the belongings is the shoe of Jong-Goo’s daughter, Hyo-Jin.
Knowing full well that his daughter’s life is in peril, Jong-Goo finds himself spiraling further and further into the realm of uncertainty and panic. Is the Japanese Man evil incarnate as others so strongly believe? Is the mudang his family has called in legitimate? Who is the mysterious woman in white? Ultimately he’ll find himself torn by this trinity of bizarre outsiders and not only is the survival of the village at stake…but his own family’s fate hinges upon him discovering the true source of evil that has come to visit Gokseong.
If there sounds like there is a lot going on in The Wailing, you’re right…there is. And in the hands of most directors, this would probably end up a god-awful mess. But writer/director Na handles it all with the skill of a virtuoso conductor. Na clearly knows all the tropes of horror films exceptionally well and is willing to misdirect you down the paths most often taken only to pull the rug out from under it all at a moment’s notice. He expertly keeps the viewer off-balance and, therefore, on the edge of their seat.
In the beginning, one is certain one is going to get a zombie movie. Clearly more influenced by the recent “infected” trend than Romero’s classic zombies, Na sets it up perfectly…the wild eyes, the biting which one is certain will spread the infection throughout the village, the boils and clouded eyes. But even this, Na tempers, eschewing smash cuts and deafening sound effects standing in for true scares in favor of a tension and suspense that is truly unnerving.
That tension and suspense is incredibly reminiscent of Hitchcock and rarely in horror films do we see it utilized let alone done well…the last truly great example I can recall is Ridley Scott’s original Alien. Na isn’t afraid to take his time with the set up; he knows he needs to slowly build that dread, that tension to keep the audience where he wants them, as unbalance as Jong-Goo. Now, Na could not have done this alone and credit must go to both Kwak, as Jong-Goo, and cinematographer Hong Kyung-Po (Snowpiercer).
In the case of the former, Kwak is a journeyman actor know for playing characters who are often conniving businessmen or overzealous military men as he does in the excellent “The Attorney,” (2013), where he brutally pursues the prosecution of student activists, bringing them up on trumped-up charges as the then-repressive South Korean government expects him to. The Wailing is, for Kwak, is a bit of a departure. Jong-Goo is not particularly smart or devoted to doing what is right. He is just your average Joe – a bit inept and bumbling — trying to make sense of what is insensible. He is not a hero, but an everyman. With his doughy face and middle age paunch, he isn’t so different from you or me, and Kwak nails it as to how each of us would probably react in similar bizarre circumstances (as opposed to how we imagine ourselves reacting). He brings levity to the piece as well and in the end…he just doesn’t know what the fuck to do…but he is going to try and do what he can as best he can despite being scared out of his mind.
If the case of the latter, cinematographer Hong Kyung-Po frames the film exceptionally well, adding much to the creepy atmosphere. Hong knows that the scenery of South Jeolla and Gokseong County do much of his work for him. The remoteness, the seeming tranquility of lush green mountains, becomes a character in and of itself. Hong doesn’t waste his time on fancy Hollywood lighting set-ups; he eschews that, opting instead for natural lighting for the vast majority of the picture. This not only serves the locale well, but also the actors who are shot very naturally, supporting the everyman aspect of the characters. Add in a lot (and I mean a lot) of rain, and the mood of the film naturally becomes creepy. Hong also understands the benefits of long shots and stationary cameras. He knows that what you can barely see is many times far more frightening that what runs up into your face.
So, just as we are settling into what we are fairly certain is going to be a zombie film, Na turns that on its head and begins to lead us down the path of prejudice. This is going to be a story about unfounded fear of outsiders, about exacting vengeance on someone who has done nothing except be different. This man has done nothing to warrant the suspicion around him except be Japanese. Now, don’t get me wrong…Na does not beat us over the head with this. It is done very subtly, aided in part by Jong-Goo’s desire not to jump to conclusions based on innuendo. Anti-Japanese sentiment due to Japanese Colonial rule over South Korea lingers in the air in this film, but it is never once directly stated. It is implied. And what makes this all the more interesting and powerful is that nearly all of the characters in this film are middle-aged or younger…all of them far to young to have lived through Japanese rule. The prejudice, therefore, is inherited, handed down from prior generations. Again, none of this is blatant and it can go by almost completely unnoticed especially if one doesn’t know the historical background of the country.
Kunimura, as the Japanese Man, plays his role beautifully well with this respect. He gives an understated performance that lends him an unrelentingly creepy air when needed and a brutal ferocity when it is called upon. The problem with the latter for us the viewing audience is we’re never quite sure whether these animalistic adventures are real or if they are simply part of Jong-Goo’s nightmares, a symptom of his succumbing to an underlying prejudice exacerbated by fear and rumor. Later in the film, Kunimura turns in a heartbreaking performance when we the audience are led to believe he is an innocent bystander of all of this. Even this fear of the outsider direction Na takes us in, he also manages to turn on its head.
And just when we’re all getting comfortable with that, Na pulls the rug out from us again, referencing both “The Exorcist” and “The Omen” in short order. As Jong-Goo and his partner set off for the second time to visit the Japanese man, they enlist the help of a young Deacon (Kim Do-Yun, a relative newcomer to Korean cinema) from the local Christian church to serve as their translator. For those familiar with classic horror films, this gives us a bit of a chuckle. Clearly, though Na has fashioned his victims to be somewhat zombie-like in a piece of misdirection, their convulsive behavior when close to death was clearly meant to evoke Linda Blair in “The Exorcist.” So when the Deacon shows up, we know where Na is headed.
When Jong-Goo, his partner and the Deacon arrive at the house in the woods (another nod to bygone horror), the Japanese man is not present, but the house is guarded by a chained, black Rottweiler (hello “The Omen”). Na builds the tension is this scene expertly with minimal camera movements and edits. There isn’t any overbearing, ominous music to help build the suspense either. We know the Japanese man could return at any second. The constant barking of the dog as he tries to break free and the utterly realistic performances of the actors gets us there, taking us almost to the breaking point. And when the dog breaks free to attack (evoking yet another horror classic) and the Japanese man returns, we are unsettled by the utter quiet and simplicity of the ending of the scene.
The nod to “The Exorcist” transforms into much more than an homage when Jong-Goo’s daughter starts displaying animalistic behavior, convulsions and foul language. We’re settled in for an exorcism movie. But even here Na plays with us. Is it really demonic possession or simply an illness? Huge kudos must go to young actress Kim Hwan-Hee as Hyo-Jin, Jong-Goo’s daughter. In a performance that rivals (and perhaps even surpasses) Linda Blair’s Oscar-nominated performance, Kim – without the aid of make-up or special effects – gives us an “illness” that is utterly believable no matter how you look at it…demonic possession or simple epilepsy. You buy either explanation…a tack that, again, helps the viewer empathize with the confusion coursing through Jong-Goo. He desperately wants to cure her…but from what? A natural illness or an unnatural one? And here is the tipping point for Jong-goo, that moment when he crosses from wanting to find the right answer to needing to find the quick answer. And the quick answer is that the Japanese man is evil incarnate.
This transformation of both Hyo-Jin and Jong-Goo works because director Na has spent the time in his film to firmly establish their relationship. Unlike American horror films which give us a whole 5 minutes of “family time” at the beginning and expect us to be emotionally invested in characters, Na carefully crafts the relationship between father and daughter, giving us meaningful scenes throughout a large chunk of the film. Even after the murders start happening, we get to see real moments between parent and child (and, one wonders at times which is which) that are not throw aways.
When the family calls in the mudang Il Gwang (one of South Korea’s most popular actors, Hwang Jung-Min), yet another outsider enters the fray and we feel we are firmly ensconced in an exorcism film. Hwang’s shaman is not at all what we expect. He’s motivated by money, drives a very nice car, sports turtlenecks and a pretentious little ponytail. In short, he comes off more like a discount Steve Jobs that a heralded shaman. Yet, he comes with a sterling reputation. We’re immediately off-put. Is this guy a quack or the real deal? Do we trust him or do we not? After an all-too-brief exam of the girl and the environs, Il Gwang explains that Hyo-Jin is possessed by a powerful ghost that must be driven out else the whole village will perish…and then the ghost will move on to the next village.
Not sure what or who to believe, Jong-Goo reluctantly agrees…and he agrees not interrupt the proceedings or the consequences will be dire. And in a stunningly orchestrated climax to the film (at just over the half way mark), Na gives us a cacophonous, riotous “exorcism” steeped in mysticism (nod to “The Serpent and the Rainbow”?) that is almost unbearable in its unrelenting tension. Hwang as the mudang, Kim as daughter Hyo-Jin and Kunimura as the Japanese man give stunning performances enhanced by Na’s judicious editing and Hong’s gorgeous cinematography. It’s beautiful and brutal and almost too painful to watch. We know utterly how Jong-Goo feels when he stops it all.
After that, our final reference to “The Exorcist” occurs when Jong-Goo and the Deacon seek out the guidance of the church Pastor. The Pastor explains he has heard many things about the Japanese man…that he is a university professor, a monk…many different things, and yet Jong-Goo chooses to believe the worst. With unrecognized irony, the Pastor asks, “This ghost? Have you seen it? How can you believe in it if you have not seen it?” Ultimately he tells him that the Church can not offer any assistance.
After that, the film moves confidently toward its conclusion, losing none of the suspense or horror along the way despite still having nearly half of its running time to go. Na expertly shifts the focus amongst all the different elements. What is evil? Who is evil? Who do I trust? Who do I believe? Is evil merely a matter of perspective? How do you recognize evil and if you can’t how do you fight it? Jong-Goo in paralyzed…by fear…by doubt…by the need to be rational…by his emotion…by who or what to believe in. And we viewers share the depth of his despair.
In the end, Na delivers a stunning film full of depth and unbelievable amounts of suspense and tension. He never once lets up, managing to create a film which is both an homage to some of the best horror films ever made and a steely deconstruction of them. He takes the mythology of horror and reweaves it into a new pattern. He never resorts to gimmicks to illicit scares. He doesn’t spoon feed his audience (that having been said, there is one moment where make-up effects are used in what seems to this reviewer as a minor attempt to satisfy western audiences). The ending is purposefully ambiguous (a fact which seems to have caused some consternation to some western reviewers). Na presents a lot of questions, but offers no easy answers…because ultimately, like in real life, there aren’t any.
If you like your horror films complex and nuanced, I urge you to seek out this movie when it arrives digitally or on disc (the film is available now on EST and Transactional video on demand, with disc distribution in early October). There is a lot to see in The Wailing and you may walk away with more questions than answers, but it will stay in your mind long after the end titles have faded to black. Rarely is cinematic horror this good.