"You will find a way out" - Headset featuring Lady Dragon and Sach, Grasping Claw [xlr8r incite #25]
Ryo Ishibashi enters The Grudge about a third of the way in. Adorned in a green trenchcoat, a scowl and a furrowed brow, he called up images of The Wolf in Pulp Fiction and Mr. White and the many other roles as detectives and cops that Harvey Keitel has played in his 4 decades on film. Ishibashi's Detective Nakagawa is measured, even tempered, wise...and tortured. He knows the history of this house and the evil that lies there but he still seeks the truth possibly to avenge the dead and missing detectives that have been lost investigating this place but mostly to soothe his own demons of guilt and inaction that hide just under his steely demeanor.
I gotta get to Japan sometime in this lifetime.
The Grudge isn't the best horror film. I'm struggling to even write that because after watching the film in the Cinerama dome with the producers, the writer, the director and just about everyone who worked on it and seeing how proud of their baby they are, I don't want to criticize. Really, despite my problems with it, they should be so very proud. It is masterful in it's creation of atmosphere. The score and the sound envelops you in creep. From the moment we sat down, we were jumping in our seats. Nervous laughter leapt out of me at regular intervals. The MVP nearly broke off my arm as she hung on for dear life, hiding her face in her hoody and constantly whispering in my ear, "I have a headache", as I anxiously chuckled and tried to slow down my racing heart. The film just loses steam as we move to the final act. The frights aren't as frightening and the resolution isn't as compelling or horrifying as one would want. The most interesting story is Bill Pullman's and his stalker but we don't get nearly enough of that. I'm also not convinced Sarah Michelle Gellar can command a film. She works this not very believable cutesy voice throughout and it bugs...but maybe that's just my residual Buffy memories at play. Jason Behr does what Jason Behr does: makes slow inquisitive statements, showcases his muscular frame and new moptop do, and watches the ladies swoon.
I can't hate on the guy, either. He came to the after party and was very pleasant. I kept my desire to talk about Roswell and how my old crush on Majandra Delfino has turned into a crush on Emilie de Ravin now that she's adorably pregnant on Lost in check. Besides, there was open bar and Doughboys Red Velvet Cake and ghost stories to tell with Hov, MVP, and completely gorgeous women with dorky boyfriends.
Apparently The Grudge is doing very well this weekend with the estimates at about 15 mil for last night alone. Good on ya. It's the week before Halloween, kids, go get your scary movie on.
Oh, and book a ticket to Japan. Just don't watch video tapes while you're there, mmmkay?
Scary movies, y'all!