Film Review: NEKROMANTIK (1987)

Writer/director Jorg Buttgereit has made a career of infamous and controversial horror films, so it is with great “pleasure” that I mention that I’ve finally decided to watch one of them starting with one of his most famous which is Nekromantic (1987), a hard to define erotic necrophilia filled psychology gore fest.  You are more than excused if this type of film is not something you’d be interested in nor was I at first but since it defies explanation and is on most hard-core horror fans must see list.  This being said, since I study horror films from all genres and all types I was bound to get around to this one.

In this film Rob (Daktari Lorenz) is a street sweeper who cleans up the roads after accidents most involving the grisly demise of someone.  He has a strange fetish in which he brings “spare” body parts home to his equally disturbed girlfriend Betty (Beatrice Manowski) but when he brings home the entire corpse of someone their relationship takes on a whole new level as the corpse becomes the third leg of their threesome.  At first this brings the two closer together but when Betty begins to grow closer to the corpse this threatens everything that Rob has put together.  When Betty decides that she no longer wants to share the corpse, Rob starts to descend into a darkness that he may not return from.

Buttgereit’s film is filled with disturbing images that will sit with you long after the film is over.  It is not an easy film to digest similar to that on the infamous Cannibal Holocaust (1980), which is also an acquired taste.  This is not to say that it doesn’t have its points of interest.  The black and white cinematography is quite good and it has that grunge look like Tetsuo: The Iron Man (1989).  This being said, I still can’t recommend this film to the “normal” horror fan but just those interested in investing in a film that borders on pornographic-gore-horror but those brave enough to take the plunge will come away a different person.

Book Review: Iron Man: The Cinema of Shinya Tsukamoto by Tom Mes

 Few Japanese directors have made as big an impact on independent Japanese cinema as cyberpunk extraordinaire Shinya Tsukamoto especially with his genre defining film Tetsuo: The Iron Man (1989) and its first sequel Tetsuo II: Body Hammer (1992).  Most of his films have been independently financed making each one of his subsequent productions a unique film going experience and a look into the inner workings of a truly independent film maker.  Writer Tom Mes gets into the heart of Tsukamoto’s films and his inspirations in his book Iron Man: The Cinema of Shinya Tsukamoto.

Like most directors Tsukamoto got his start with short films (which he continues to this day) and graduated to features.  Mes’ book charts Tsukamoto’s rise from his days in the theatre up to his most recent films.  Each film gets its own chapter in the book in order for Mes to take each film on its own terms.  As Mes charts each film it’s impossible to separate the film from the man as Tsukamoto puts a piece of himself into every one of his films not only by acting in them (as in Tetsuo: The Iron Man and The Phantom of Regular Size and Bullet Ballet) but through the use of family (as his brother for Tokyo Fist)  and friends such as Takashi Oda for special make up effects (Hiruko The Goblin, Bullet Ballet, Gemini, A Snake of June).

Mes does a great job at breaking down each of the films for both those who have seen the films and those who have not (but will end up wanting to see them).  He also allows Tsukamoto himself to discuss each of the films and there are plenty of opportunities for Tsukamoto to elaborate on his process and methods.

Mes’ book is not just another book about a film maker and his films but it is a book about the man Tsukamoto himself and how his films have become an extension of himself.  The book provides a profound amount of production stills as well to demonstrate his ideas and show key moments in his films.  Mes’ book is one of the finest of its kind and will be a great addition to anyone’s library.