Review: Marebito

Once you realize F is for fake, the film itself reveals its own theoretical phoniness.

Marebito
Photo: Tartan Films

Kiyoshi Kurosawa’s Pulse, Takashi Shimizu’s Marebito, and Michael Haneke’s Caché form an interesting trifecta of voyeuristic, modern obsession and alienation, but after a promising start, Shimizu’s film—shot in eight days between production of Ju-On: The Grudge and its American remake—reveals itself to be the dog of the group. A hilarious dog, but a dog nonetheless. Obsessed with the ghoulish suicide of a man inside Tokyo’s subway, freelance cameraman Masuoka (Shinya Tsukamoto) travels into the city’s underground, discovering blood-sucking, Gollum-like creatures called DEROs and homeless men along the way to the Mountains of Madness, where he finds a naked girl (Tomomi Miyashita) with bad teeth who he names F and takes back to his apartment. Masuoka’s perpetual voiceover, which revolves almost entirely around the hows and whys of “seeing” the strange world around him, has a way of painfully holding the audience’s hand (“Fear of the unknown compels me to open the door,” says Masuoka, at which point he, yes, opens the door), but the Lovecraftian journey the man makes into the post-WWII fantasy relic of Tokyo’s underground has a way of getting underneath the skin, thanks mostly to the grungy location setting and the propensity for lights going out without warning. Given Shimizu’s fixation with video imagery and the string of references to Japanese history and allusions to Kaspar Hauser, the stage appears to be set for a disquisition on technology as a portal into a country’s collective “unknown” past, but what begins as a smart J-horror update of Blowup quickly turns into a sick joke. Lacking Haneke’s intense aesthetic focus and Kurosawa’s philosophical sensitivity, a literal-minded Shimizu is unable to profoundly connect his theoretical points of reference, failing to see the visions Masuoka experiences throughout the film as anything else beyond a reflection of the man’s ostensible madness. Once you realize F is for fake, the film itself reveals its own theoretical phoniness.

Score: 
 Cast: Shinya Tsukamoto, Tomomi Miyashita, Kazuhiro Nakahara, Miho Ninagawa, Shun Sugata  Director: Takashi Shimizu  Screenwriter: Chiaki Konada  Distributor: Tartan Films  Running Time: 92 min  Rating: NR  Year: 2004  Buy: Video

Ed Gonzalez

Ed Gonzalez is the co-founder of Slant Magazine. A member of the New York Film Critics Circle, his writing has appeared in The Village Voice, The Los Angeles Times, and other publications.

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