I didn’t know if Noboru had it in him to make a ‘real’ movie. But he really nails it with Karate Robo Zaborgar. The story is funny and surprisingly faithful to the spirit of the original material
Yatterman was like a self-indulgent child banging pots together, desperate for someone to pay attention to how hilarious it is.
Japanese martial arts films have almost ceased to exist, with there being little more to the genre anymore than CGI movies or no-budget T&A stinkers. So a bunch of karate guys woke up one day and thought to themselves, “you know, maybe we should be the guys making karate movies.”
The dream of High Kick Girl was to take the Japanese martial arts movie back from the fumbling hands of CGI-heavy fantasy films and boob-heavy sexploitation stinkers full of AV idols flopping about and calling it karate, and return the martial arts film to the stewardship of people who actually care about it.
Japan’s occasional flirtations with an interest in vampires are, like most things having to do with Japan and Western pop culture, a bizarre mix of revulsion and fascination with the […]
Drac’s dialogue was choice, and the comic was full of half-naked vampire chicks, crossbows, cane swords, reanimated corpses, and bikers in furry lambswool vests and droopy mustaches
Samurai films have a curious knack for expressing compassionate, humanist ideals via soul-crushing bleakness and violence. One would be hard-pressed to find a bleaker, more violent indictment of the romance […]
Held up against more famous Japanese ghost movies, Ghost Stories of Wanderer at Honjo probably seems a bit slight. But just because it doesn’t aspire to lofty or epic intentions doesn’t mean it’s not a great little movie.
If more Godzilla fans could get the broom out of their ass and actually enjoy the films rather than nitpick and dissect them under an electron microscope, they’d see that in its own way, for its own audience, Minya and Godzilla’s Revenge are as effective and important to the series as the original.
They are, in a sense, representatives of the Japanese population at large, only in bigger hats and higher platform shoes. They don’t consider themselves racist, but they blind to the racism running rampant in Japan. At least, that is, until Meiko’s Alleycats come into contact with a mixed-race gang led by the hunky Kazuma.