It’s well known that the Japanese can do horror. See, for instance, the widely imitated “J-horror” cinema; the lurid brand of pop-metaphysical unease particular to writers like Haruki Murakami and Banana Yoshimoto; the lively tradition of gruesome supernatural theater; and the unsurpassed national demonology (Monstropedia lists 149 Japanese spirits, at least 84 of them sinister—no other culture gets even half that.) So it appeared promising that Tokyo’s Company East was going for full-on macabre in... More >>>