My New York Asian Film Festival coverage continues with three brand new reviews: the ultimate mash-up of genres from China, the creation of something entirely new from Taiwan, and tired Korean staple getting a much needed shot in the arm?

Guns N’Roses

The NYAFF’s centerpiece presentation this year has nothing to do with the band of the same name, though it is director Ning Hao’s favorite musical act. So instead of it being about rock stars Axel Rose or Slash, the star of the show is a con man by the name of Xiao Dunbei. Who does whatever he feels is necessary to scrape by during desperate times, which is the 1930s. And the place is Manchukuo, a puppet state within China being controlled by the occupying Japanese army during World War 2. So things are indeed crappy, to the point that pretty much everyone has the same dog eat dog attitude that dictates Xiao’s motivations and actions. Anyhow, a whirlwind of events kicks off when our so called hero, after robbing a pair of dirt poor children (the guy has zero shame), is tossed into jail for the umpteenth time. There he meets an imprisoned revolutionary who has the inside track on a massive shipment of gold. Not long after, Xiao comes across the aforementioned radical’s associates, who are posing as filmmakers. Their goal is to hijack the loot, to prevent it from being used to purchase weapons that will further downtrodden their brothers and sisters. But Xiao could give a rat’s ass about Chinese democracy; he just wants a piece of the cash prize. Despite not having a single patriotic bone in his body, the movie people reluctantly bring him on board anyway, which serves as both the best and worst decision ever.

By this point we’re introduced to a host of additional players; there’s Xiao’s dad, who claims to be a martial arts master but is now just an eccentric old fool who lives in the sewers. Then there’s Xixi, the daughter of the banker that’s connected to aforementioned arms deal that the good guys are trying to prevent and part of a social strata that Xiao has only dreamt about. Plus Yamasaki, the primary villain, who is clearly modeled after Hans Landa from Inglourious Basterds. It’s like his Japanese cousin or something. And who is the ultimate embodiment of the heinous attitudes that the Imperial Japanese had towards the lowly Chinese. It doesn’t take long before the narrative goes into overdrive, with a dizzying amount of twists and turns. Ultimately, Guns N?Roses is two movies in one: a tightly constructed heist flick and the classic from hero to zero tale. Each core element has its own supporting threads, which brilliantly twist and turn, often with the other side whenever necessary. Though the latter of the two is where most of the risks are taken; Xiao is flat out despicable early on (to the point that I practically couldn’t stand the character, and almost made the mental decision to not care what was happening on the big screen). But it makes his path of self-salvation all the more powerful in the end.

Guns N?Roses is playing twice: first is later tonight, Saturday July 7 at 9pm, and this upcoming
Tuesday July 10 at 1:30pm, both at Lincoln Center.

Honey Pupu

Honey Pupu has been on my radar ever since its release last year, mostly due to the sharply divided reactions among those who have seen it. Some consider it pretentious, Wong Kar-wai wannabe drivel, while others hail it as a daring piece of visual poetry, a cinematic voice at long last for the current generation of kids that have been raised on the internet. Its inclusion in the aforementioned “Warriors and Romantics: the New Cinema from Taiwan” program is appropriate. Because in every burgeoning movement, there will be experimentation, and the end result is not always going to hit the mark, which is the case here. At the center of it all is three young people, who go by their internet handles IRL: Assassin is super cool, but hot headed. Money is his equally stylish girlfriend, who is obsessed with people and things disappearing. Caught in the middle is Cola, who starts out as buds with Assassin, but that falls apart once he starts spending too much time with his gf. Thing is, they both shares the same interest; Cola likes to draw things that no longer exists.

Anyhow, all three spend equal amounts of time together online as well. On a site that used to be frequented by someone named Dog, who himself is now missing. Enter Vicky, who aside from being a rather morose radio personality and the only character to use her actual name, is trying to track her ex-bf down. So is someone named Cat. Eventually, the three kids find themselves involved in the hunt. For all intents and purposes, Honey Pupu is a love letter addressed to today’s youth, embodying all the feelings of fear, confusion, contempt, and wonder that it has for a world that’s constantly changing, and which was never fully welcoming in the first place. Via 140 character increments. There’s not much action or story to speak of, just young people aimlessly drifting about, being all idealistic and stupid and stuff. It tries hard to be profound, yet stumbles quite a bit. The end result is not exactly pretentious, but will most certainly cause some eyes to roll. Just like actual young people? But the movie has its heart in the right place, which is what matters the most.

And yeah, it is as if someone who is a huge Wong Kar-wai fanboy or fangirl, who pays tribute in the form of a Tumblr, was all of a sudden handed a camera to make a movie of their own. If that sounds interesting to you, there next screening is tomorrow night, Sunday July 8 at 10:30pm, at Lincoln Center.

Bloody Fight in Iron-Rock Valley

After something as heady and arty-farty as Honey Pupu, I needed something plain and simple, to cleanse the pallet. And Bloody Fight in Iron-Rock Valley was just that. It’s also the breath of fresh air that Korean revenge flicks desperately needs right about now. Though you’ll rarely find a movie that is all at once so abstract and straightforward, regardless of nation of origin. Plus, it’s right up the alley for anyone who is a fan of Sergio Leone’s spaghetti westerns. The plot here is just as stripped down and utilitarian as his classics starring Clint Eastwood. In fact, the hero in this instance is called literally Mr. No Name, who I guess is The Man with No Name’s cousin from Seoul of something. Anyway, Mr. No Name is a dude who has just gotten out of prison. The only thing he takes with him, back into society, is a music box containing a dancing ballerina, and book that’s basically a checklist. In no time flat, he’s knocked off two people: Cutter, a bad guy who surprisingly uses a flame thrower to kill someone (like people in No Name’s past), and a crooked cop. Both were associates of a man who operates a crooked construction company, and next on Mr. No Name’s list is the brutish Axe and the super cunning Ghostface.

Their latest mission is to rid a sleepy little town in the mountains of all of its inhabitants, who are all peace loving monks; the land its on is earmarked for development, provided that it’s emptied out in time. Which, naturally, No Name stumbles across on his bike, while on his mission for revenge. Eventually, everyone in town is wiped out, except the “daughter” of the head monk. Who took pity on her, and was the only one to recognize that she was just a by-product of all the gambling and associated vices that had befallen the neighboring towns (which is the evil mogul’s primary method of seizing real estate). Along with the help of a friendly woodsman, No Name manages to finish off Axe and eventually it’s a duel with Ghostface, along with the story behind his moniker, which has something to do with a heinous act that he did to No Name’s loved one in the distant past. Bloody Fight in Iron-Rock Valley is as stripped down and utilitarian as movies can possibly be (the title alone should be enough of a clue). But director Ji Ha-Jean’s workmanlike approach makes No Name’s path of destruction, and all violence that he both endure and unleash, all the more jarring.

BTW: Ghostface is one of the most flat out, purely evil sons of bitches in recent memory. Not an ounce of charm or likability to speak of, so the anticipation of him finally getting his is worth the price of admission alone. Ultimately, the movie is as perfect a combination of Fistful of Dollars and Oldboy as they come. You have two screenings to choose from; tomorrow afternoon, Sunday July 8 at 12:30pm, and Thursday July 12 at 3:30pm.

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A Choi Min-sik print at the New York Asian Film Festival merch table. Presumably for when he was there to introduce Oldboy in person (and for those wanting something for him to sign).

? Just got home from special 10th anniversary screening of Infernal Affairs, along with its sequel. Wasn’t part of my schedule originally, but was invited at the last minute by a pal that’s connected with Square-Enix, and given the films we’re talking about, how could I refuse? Though I’m sticking to my original plans, so don’t expect any reviews of either. How come? For starters, there’s little I could say that hasn’t been said by countless other cinephiles a thousand times already (and much better).

But for those who don’t know: Infernal Affairs 1 is about a cop who goes undercover by posing as a gangster, along with a gangster who slips behind enemy lines by posing as a cop. A simple but brilliant premise, right? It’s widely recognized as one of the finest movies ever to come from Hong Kong, and single-handedly revived its industry when it was down for the count. Though it’s mostly known for being the basis of The Departed, which finally earned Scorsese an Oscar at last.

Both movies are often considered the Hong Kong equivalents to The Godfather saga for a number of reasons, and Infernal Affairs 2 is where the comparison is most apt. As a prequel, not only do we see the two principals in their younger, more formative years, but it also explores the backgrounds of their mentors, and is simply far grander in scope. It’s also arguably better than its predecessor, much like Godfather 2.

Oh, there’s an Infernal Affairs 3 also, and much like Godfather 3, the less said the better. Anyhow, the reason why I went and the Square-Enix connection; the screening was being sponsored by the publisher, to help promote Sleeping Dogs, which borrows heavily from the film franchise.

Remember True Crimes? It’s GTA as a cop. Part three, which was cancelled a few years back, is back with a new name. Haven’t been excited by what I’ve seen thus far, so did the pre-screening panel discussion change my mind? Nope; nothing of note was revealed. Hell, they didn’t even show any footage.

At least it was a chance to see and hear from Edison Chen, who aside from being one of the breakout stars from the two movies, is a voice talent in the game. He claims that Sleeping Dogs is essentially Infernal Affairs the video game, and will show white people “how crazy us Asians are with karaoke in general.” Interesting.

Anyhow, a few other quick notes from the past week:

- Not to bitch, but it’s easy to assume that the audience at NYAFF would be a bit more cultured than the idiots that they pack like sardines at the “normal” theaters. And that’s generally the case, but there’s always exceptions to the rule. Like the couple behind me during the screening of the Shaw Brothers classic, The Swift Knight.

Never-mind the boyfriend’s obnoxious need to constantly repeat sh*t that he just saw; his woman was a hundred times worse. At a certain point, her foot kept jabbing my elbow, until she bent over and went “Excuse me, you know I’m trying to put my foot there, THAT’S VERY RUDE OF YOU!”

I basically shrugged her off, and she got all pissed, but I guess her bf convinced her to move down a seat. So I then had to witness (and smell) her nasty ass bare foot sticking between the two seats next to me. I simply couldn’t concentrate, so no review for that one either.

- So there’s a winner of the Miami Connection giveaway! The person who came up with the best explanation as to why taekwondo is the very best is? Alex Van Dorp, aka @slimegirls. Who explained:

“Taekwondo is the best because it’s only in a Taekwondo dojang that I’ve shit my pants.

Dojang, for those wondering, is the term for dojo in Korea, further demonstrating his familiarity with the topic at hand. Congrats Alex! You earned those free tickets and the chance to see Grandmaster Y.K. Kim in the flesh!

- May as well mention this here: in-between all the Asian movies, managed to catch Amazing Spider-Man. Call me crazy, but I kinda liked it? Was expecting the worst and ended up enjoying it almost as much than the first Sam Raimi flick. In ways more so! I know I’m going to get a TON of heat for saying that.

As for reasons why, it’s late, and I’d rather save my film analysis energies for the NYAFF. Though real quick: it honestly felt more like the original comic than that other Spider-Man movie, plus the acting was better, and I wasn’t nearly annoyed with Peter’s parents (though from what I hear, a lot of that stuff was edited).

Yes, the Lizard is kind of lame. Still, Willem Dafoe as Norma Osborn? Awesome. But all decked out in his Green Goblin gear? Not really. The new Spidey movie is hardly perfect, but neither was the one from ten years ago. But Spider-Man 2, now THAT’S a different story. And I still absolutely loathe the new outfit.

? Anyway, that’s enough Hollywood for now. Next time, I believe Guns & Roses and Honey Pupu? And finally, one last Instagram pic, for the poster of one of my fave NYAFF 2012 flicks thus far?

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Time once again for another does of New York Asian Film Festival 2012 coverage! Next up; a double dose from Japan…

Zero Man vs. The Half-Virgin

From Sakichi Sato, the guy who wrote the screenplays to Ichi the Killer and Gozu (two of my fave Takashi Miike classics, especially the latter), and also both wrote and directed the live action adaptation of Tokyo Zombie (the original manga by Yusaku Hanakuma, and translated by my good buddy Ryan Sands, is a MUST read, btw), comes yet another masterpiece from Japan’s indie scene. One that has even an smaller budget than his aforementioned flick, or so it would appear. Zero Man is actually Sakuragi, a guy who, out of the blue, loses his memory. Eventually he’s able to put together the pieces: he’s a low on the totem pole beat cop in some small town, Oh, and he also has the magical ability to see how many sexual partners someone has, as represented by a number on the other person’s forehead. Two problems: first, he can only see this number when he himself is aroused, which means he has to masturbate to activate such a wondrous power. And second, it?s because of said magic ability that he realizes that he himself is a virgin.

Which prompts Sakuragi to go out and get some, and his rap with the women in his hometown (which is filled to the brim with fellow virgins, apparently) is fairly abysmal. At least it explains his lack of experience to begin with. Not surprisingly, discovering that the criminally young girl with the number 13 on her forehead (prompting him to believe that she’s a victim of sexual abuse, a logical conclusion) is actually the youngest mack daddy imaginable, does little for Zero Man’s already fragile ego. The gaijin that hangs out at the station, with the number 55 on his head, doesn’t help matters either. But enter The Half-Virgin, aka Yoko, who mysteriously has 0.5 on hers. Can someone be half a virgin? Apparently. Yoko also been seen starring at Sakuragi from afar, across the street from the station, prompting Sakuragi’s partner to theorize that this girl maybe has a thing for the Zero Man. Which turns out to be true; Sakuragi goes after Yoko, and the next thing you know, both of them are in bed! The sex scene is pretty intense, and much like the one in Gozu, where you’ll also think to yourself: “Jesus, are they actually f*cking?” It’s just one long, uninterrupted shot, making it seem all the more real (I’m pretty sure it was a way to add dramatic flair AND save money on production costs).

Anyhow, once Sakuragi sees the incomplete number on Yoko’s head become a whole digit, he’s happy to know that neither of them are their namesakes anymore. Except, when he checks himself in the mirror later on, he’s still zero. How can that be? Well, turns out, the number doesn’t indicate how many sexual partner one has, but the number of people who has been murdered. Yes, that means the little boy has killed 13 folks, and the white guy has slain 55 (who happily explain in not quite perfect Japanese that he used to be in the military). Eventually, Sakuragi discovers what his gift is truly meant to be, from the original Zero Man, but he?s been using it in the most selfish manner possible. So his successor is given a second chance, to track down Yoko, but instead he comes across her brother, who is a piece of crap that’s been sexually abusing her since she was young. But it turns out, it’s actually a ghost! And a regretful one at that. One who was a willing victim, in order to atone for his sins. So how exactly was Yoko able to kill her brother, while she was deflowering Sakuragi? Believe it or not, the explanation given makes a lot of sense! Okay, not really.

Sure Zero Man vs. The Half-Virgin is one masturbation joke after another, but it’s delivered with a steady hand, and the end result is a tightly constructed mystery that?s wrapped in a black comedy coated shell, which goes rather down well (save for the few genuinely offensive parts, like the one abortion joke). Still, highly recommended! There?s one screening left, tomorrow, Saturday July 7 at 1:30pm, at Lincoln Center.

Goke, Bodysnatcher From Hell

Imagine being on a Japanese airliner, and along with yourself, you had the following: a level-headed co-pilot, a demure stewardess, a dirty rotten politician, an equally slimy business man, his wife who is willingly handed over to the elected official as a sex toy in an attempt to curry favors, a shrink that is fascinated by human behavior but has little regard for people themselves, a supposedly crackpot scientist who believes in extraterrestrial life, an assassin, some young guy with a bomb, and the token gaijin, in this case a woman who is on her way to burry her dead army husband. Next, imagine a UFO flying by awfully close, causing the plane to go dead and to crash, in the middle of nowhere. Not only is the radio dead, how there’s no food or water, but a pile of silver-colored goo has split open the face of the aforementioned assassin, turning him into a alien life form that must feed on blood. That’s basically Goke, Bodysnatcher From Hell in a nutshell.

Given the circumstances, everyone’s survival instincts kick in, and it’s for the worst, with the only the co-pilot plus stewardess able to keep it together. There’s not much to say here regarding the plot, other than how danger lurks outside the downed aircraft, but thanks to the petty bickering inside, they practically serve themselves up to the vampire alien on a silver platter. Like any good disaster flick, the meat and potatoes is seeing people turn against each other, or simply lose their cools in general. One favorite part is when the white woman is freaking out, and the politician asks the pilot (who understands English) “What’s the foreign broad so worked up about?” he’s calmly told how Goke’s face is a reminder of her dearly departed husband, a victim of napalm in Vietnam, which ripped his face open like a pomegranate”. And like any good monster movie, the abomination that is Goke is a memorable one. And not just because he’s basically a dude with a vaginal slit on his forehead. Not unlike that one guy in Total Recall, except not as gratuitous, if that makes any sense.

Goke, Bodysnatcher From Hell is essentially a mix tape of the Japanese film scene, circa the 60s, just as the Golden Age was tapering off and the New Wave was starting to make waves, along with the Kaiju craze that was in full effect. Goke basically has it all; ultra atmospheric and genuinely creepy art direction (the blood red sky that opens the movie was the primary inspiration in some of Kill Bill: Volume 1‘s visuals). The aforementioned chemistry found in a disaster movie, enhanced by Japan’s special brand of social commentary and introspection (ant-war sentimentality was hard something new or fresh back then, but the way its dealt with in such a direct, stark manner, especially for a movie that’s about a blood sucking alien, is quite amazing). And once again, good old fashioned, campy sci-fi goofiness, well before conventions and tropes as they pertain to alien lifeforms were standardized before 2001/Star Wars/Close Encounters Of The Third Kind. Though Goke did come out during the same time as Planet of the Apes, and it’s influence is definitely felt at the end.

Like all the other NYAFF midnight screenings, this movie was only shown once, but it’s still easily accessible to anyone with Hulu Plus, courtesy of the Criterion Collection (so Goke is no slouch, in case you were still wondering). It can be viewed here.

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