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Japanese director Kiyoshi Kurosawa (no relation to Akira) has written and directed 14 genre movies since 1983. Those I've seen have been deftly made and unsettling in affect, with a definite metaphysical backbeat. In his ecological thriller, Charisma, the master criminal is a malignant tree. In the melancholy slapstick License to Live, a boy awakens from a 10-year coma to find his family dispersed; attempting to realize the dreams of his 14-year-old self, he winds up wondering if he had in fact ever existed. License to Live was included in the 1999 New York Film Festival, but Cure (1997), opening at the Screening Room this Friday, is the first Kurosawa film to get a U.S. release.
Typically low-key, albeit one of the moodiest, most brilliantly sustained occult chillers since Val Lewton's The Seventh Victim, Cure begins "once upon a time" with a fairy tale being recounted in a clean, well-lit mental-hospital dayroom. The sequence is never fully explained, but it gives the film an edge of menace even before a prostitute is clubbed to death in a love hotel, her corpse left bizarrely mutilated and the perpetrator found cowering naked in an air shaft. The killing, it turns out, is only one in a series of similar murders that have been committed by otherwise ordinary citizens operating under the grip of some strange compulsion.
These crimes are apparently motiveless, but Kurosawa immediately starts spinning a web of connection, beginning with the enigmatic meeting on a deserted beach between a helpful young teacher and an annoyingly persistent amnesiac drifter (Masato Hagiwara), who may or may not be a former medical student named Mamiya. Mysterious rumblings accentuate the entirely justified sense of dread. Meanwhile, the police detective assigned to the case, Takabe (Koji Yakusho, here more world-weary than romantic), seems obsessed with the killings in part because his young wife is suffering from her own irritating form of mental illness.
Apocalypse Now Redux
Directed by Francis Ford Coppola
Written by Coppola and John Milius
Opens August 3
Takabe's deduction that the killers have been programmed to act by remote control only adds to the creepiness. Mesmerismor hypnotic suggestionevidently has supernatural associations in Japan, where (according to the movie) it is literally known as "soul conjuring." Mamiya, a follower of Mesmer, disorients his victims (and defeats any sort of official interrogation) by the simplest possible meanshis apparent lack of short-term memory and affectless series of persistent questions serve to throw off verbal communication. Druggy and diffident, he's a new sort of supercriminal (or rather, a refurbished version of Fritz Lang's Dr. Mabuse), who uses the flame of a cigarette lighter or an ordinary glass of water to cloud men's minds.
As a filmmaker, Kurosawa is scarcely less economical. For a big effect, he punctuates a series of understated long shots with an abrupt iconic close-up. The image of spilled water advancing hypnotically across a hospital floor is worthy of Lang. The action is tactful, the style controlled. Kurosawa has a good eyeshooting a narrow street from above, so that it wraps the nighttime gloom with a ribbon of lightand a sure sense of timing. At one point, he allows Mamiya to jump down through the frame as though blown from some perch in the sky. By now we know that as the drifter is brought into a police outpost for questioning, it will only be a matter of time before one cop matter-of-factly shoots his colleague.
Primarily a genre flick, Cure has an indirect social agenda. The various victim-perpetrators are largely members of what French Marxists used to call the state ideological apparatus: teachers, cops, doctors. The killings themselves initially appear to be a new form of mass behavior or a deadly contagion. "You look sicker than your wife to me," a hospital psychiatrist tells Takabe. There's also a Dostoyevskian aspect to the investigation. The heart of the movie is the prolonged, almost philosophical, and borderline violent confrontation between the cop and killercomplete with a near mystical degree of mutual identification.
Cure has a generic resemblance to Seven, but it's far more oblique, and that much more troubling. Even though the killers are not knowingly committing their murders, there is a sense that they are nonetheless acting out unconscious desires. Moreover, the open ending seems to implicate the movie's most sympathetic character in the chain of death. Cure sticks with youit's a movie about the power of suggestion that casts a troubling spell on the viewer as well.
Hollywood's greatest periodization of the '60s, Francis Ford Coppola's Apocalypse Now has a unique narrative trajectory. Few movies have ever identified so closely with their own grueling production stories. Not since D.W. Griffith had a director so blatantly attempted the grandiose simulation of a historical event. It's a movie to watch with a wonder akin to ecstasy and then with horrified incredulity.
Apocalypse Now went into production less than a year after the fall of Saigon in 1975. Shot throughout and beyond the bicentennial, it was finally released in the summer of 1979billed by Coppola as a suitably megalomaniacal postscript to the most convulsive episode in American history since the Civil War. No less than the New Frontiersmen who initiated U.S. involvement in Vietnam, Coppola undertook Apocalypse Now for what he believed to be a noble causenamely the creation of his Zoetrope studio. And, as the American government had, he found himself confounded by nature, beholden to unsavory dictators, and bogged down in an epic quagmire.
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