Whatever shortcomings Nobuo Nakagawa’s Lady Vampire may have is not enough to counter its chaotic appeal. It may be less gory than his next film, and big parts of it may make no sense, but it has an enthusiastic willingness to be weird.
When people who don’t have much first-hand experience with reading hardboiled detective fiction imitate the style, they’re imitating Mickey Spillane. Every sentence is boiling over with hate and disgust. Every thought is of violence.