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Movies have always been keen to visualize the gorier details of ocular trauma, from Un Chien Andalou's oozing eyeball to Tom Cruise in hot pursuit of his runaway peepers in Minority Report. The new film from twin brothers Danny and Oxide Pangnot exactly visionaries, though they do care an awful lot about how things lookstuffs the metaphor-rich themes of sight and sightlessness into the most trashily literal offshoot of the possession genre: transplant horror. Like the hand in The Handand the brains in Brainwavesand The Brain That Wouldn't Die (not to mention the self-explanatory result of The Incredible 2-Headed Transplant), the eye in The Eye hasto use a suitably biology-defying clichéa mind of its own.
Blind twentyish heroine Mun (Lee Sin-je) undergoes a cornea graft and finds that she's not only recovered a fifth sense but somehow gained a sixth. In addition to the stock assortment of unhappily departed, she seesand can communicate withthose on the brink of expiration as they're escorted away by Death (who's traded in his Bergman-era monastic hoodie for a slimming black turtleneck). Doting psychotherapist in tow, Mun eventually journeys from Hong Kong to Bangkok, where she tries to placate the restive spirit of her donor, only to assume the tragic burden of the dead girl's witchy powers.
Given that The Eyeplays out without so much as a single new idea or real surprise, it's a testament to the Pangs' knack for composition and editingor Orange Music's merciless Psycho-tronic scorethat the movie goes booas effectively as it does. (The brothers have a sequel in the works and Tom Cruise's production company plans a remake.) The most memorable scenes literalize the Sam Fuller title Shock Corridor, Mun peering into the fluorescent haze of a long hallway (the unfocused camera adopts her still smudgy p.o.v.), thena jolting intrusion into the frame. As in their previous, rather more kinetic Bangkok Dangerous, the Pangs faithfully transcribe their influences (this time, mainly B movie and J horror) but lack a sure grasp of tonal coherence; the queasy irony of Kitano/Woo sentimentality in particular eludes them. Intentionally or not, Mun's supernatural dilemma and the punitive logic of its resolution suggest a fortune-cookie philosophy that applies equally to the Pangs' glossy-catalog mimicry: A new way of seeing is not always a good thing.
Written and directed by Lucky McKee
Opens June 6, at Cinema Village
A big week for optic nerve racking: Mayopens with a hair-raising scream and the image of a bleeding, hollowed-out eye socket. Its title character (Angela Bettis) is a freaky, timid vet's assistant, scarred by her childhood as a lazy-eyed outcast. Not just ophthalmological, the gross-outs in Lucky McKee's schlocky debut spoof the ideals of cosmetic surgery, in the tradition of Georges Franju's proto-Extreme Makeovernightmare, Eyes Without a Face. The flavor is textbook '90s indieself-regarding quirk with an occasional spasm of Solondzian incorrectness (spurned by Jeremy Sisto's horror-buff filmmaker, May kills her cat with an engraved ashtray hand-molded for her by a blind girl). Ironically, the stretch marks are what you notice most: The gory punchline is strenuously telegraphed and attenuated into a half-hour third act, and the cannibal-romance short-within-the-film, Jack & Jill (credited to a Chris Sivertson), only emphasizes the virtues of brevity.
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