Another life-changing experience to report. This morning we watched a Japanese movie called Visitor Q, directed by Takashi Miike, who is also responsible for Audition and The Happiness of the Katakuri's. I thought Audition and THOTK were both pretty excellent movies; a little gruesome maybe, but certainly not horrifying or sickening. Well...okay, they were more than a little gruesome, but not ridiculously so. Let's say they both registered about a 7 on the disturbing scale, with Se7en being an 8 and A Clockwork Orange being a 10. That gives you an idea of the critical scale we're working with here. I consider myself something of a connoisseur/ aficionado of disturbing cinema. I appreciate the virtues of the grotesque and have always tried to pursue it actively. On the disturbing scale, out of 10 possible stars, Visitor Q was about a 16. I am not joking. This film went above and beyond disturbing. It was awful. Absolutely awful. It was shocking and provoking and horrible in every sense of the word. This morning we scraped the grime from the bottom of the cinematic barrel. We hit rock bottom. (My roommates and I, that is.) I won't elaborate on the plot or any events of the film because I do not wish to subject you to the horrors I have subjected myself to.
My life changed because I loved the movie. It was fantastic, life-altering, and I've decided that if I like to be disturbed that much, then I have a problem and need to seek some sort of professional help. I'm ashamed of myself. I'm calling a witchdoctor to exorcise me. Or maybe a hypnotist who can close the portals of my mind that enjoy such filth. Not a Japanese hypnotist though. I don't trust 'em any more. Not after this mornings horrible, horrible rollercoaster. From now on everybody's going to think I'm racist against Japanese people. I'm not. I'm just afraid of them. Freakin' sickos. Every last one of them.