It’s not often that you can find a movie that is this energetic and fun. It’s hard not to grin like an idiot through the whole thing, because it’s such a recklessly enthralling joy ride.
Then a transport shuttle lands on one of the giant sailers, the ramp opens, and one of the characters steps out, points toward…the future, perhaps…and yells, “GO!!!” The crew of the space sailer, invigorated by the anthemic rock music, stream out of the transport shuttle, running energetically and giving each other high-fives.
Mamo begins with the death of Lupin the Third, which comes as a major shock to Lupin the Third when he hears about it. This initial puzzler sends Lupin, Goemon, and Jigen on a wild quest that brings them face to face with the United States Navy and a mysterious, reclusive billionaire named Mamo.
This movie has a lot of charm. There are the wondrous conventions of Sixties scifi: bold colors and sleek design, underwater cities built in miniature, torpedo battles, a safety-striped submarine, and even a Nehru-suited mad man. But Sonny Chiba is the most charming thing in Terror Beneath The Sea.
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