Time to knead the dough! What could be expected from the person who passed the position in 'Ninja torakage', after the ingenious 'Hell Driver' Yoshihiro Nishimura, was redemption and a return to the origins of fervent bloodshed. And if you remember what epic escalated the trailer, and it was left to wait for the spectacle, if not better than in Hellriver, then at least not worse than in Tokyo Blood Police, but we have what we have. And in general, what can be said about a film whose trailer you watch more often than the film itself.
If we go back to those origins, when the very first ‘Meat grinder’ came out, shot in fact on an amateur camera, it made a lot of noise in its circles. She was very inventive in demonstrating everything that the average viewer, as a rule, would prefer not to see, referring to excessive cruelty and a kind of aesthetic movement. Such a movie was not left without attention, and the savvy producer still decided to give the essence of the public already more polished version of 2005, with a clear touch of drama, and leaving the beholder with fertile ground for serious reflection under the curtain. And what brought to this 'CVM (bloody universe of meat grinder) Yoshihiro Nishimura besides special effects, the question is extremely controversial. On the one hand, everything is as it should be, blood is gushing more than before, EKSHON more, a clip of the lyceums so warmly loved by the heart is also assembled, but everything is done somehow. In the scenes, there is no drive, the blood sometimes resembles script impotence with its abundance, the design of alien parasites and the poor people infected with them is mostly poor, and the characters have lost their former charisma, and the icing on the cake can be considered the complete absence of an atmosphere of such realism of what is happening, on which Nishimura in all his previous works made bets, and you really believed that in front of you a different world living by its own rules, which, incidentally, did not even interfere with a tiny budget. Here you understand perfectly well that the movie was filmed on fenced streets, and somewhere behind the scenes ordinary Japanese go to work, to the store, watching as “fun Roger” Nishimura profusely sprinkles fake blood on his troupe.
Is there anything good that you don’t want to blame this movie for? However, there is, and yet hello, it is a morality that has been presented as an epilogue under the very curtain. And for the sake of justice, it was served very well, and indeed, somewhere deep down it jocked me, but whether it was worth watching an almost two-hour film, shot a priori without a soul, I doubt.
Result. Despite all the bile, I still want to say thank you for this, my favorite director, in honor of whom I created the comic religion Nishimurianism aka Trashaism, shoots extremely rarely, and some of them, he causes genuine interest in his person, and in my case, the cult of personality. It is saddening that even such great creators give up positions, sometimes giving out obvious hacks (what is the moment with an explosion taken from a set of standard footage for computer editing programs), but in any case it is glad that at least a hundredth iota of their talent they can reconvert into an all-understanding and all-encouraging morality, forcing them to remain somewhere in the middle of their indignations and searches. Thank you, Master Yoshi, but try harder!
5 out of 10