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Showing posts with label R100. Show all posts
Showing posts with label R100. Show all posts

Saturday, December 13, 2014

Wild, Kinky Trailer for Hitoshi Matsumoto's Absurd 'R100'


So where to begin with R100, exactly? If you've been listening to my show Cinema Royale or checking me and +Tim Gordon on Addicted to Film each week chances are you've heard me mention Hitoshi Matsumoto's insane S&M comedy more than once. It was the oddest experience I had at Sundance because the film was designed to test the limits of what the audience will endure. That may seem like a joke but it's true; probably more than half of the audience was gone by the time it was over. Equal parts wacky, gross, and totally incomprehensible, R100 is not a film for everybody but those who take to it, like I did, will find it unforgettable.

A new trailer and poster for the film has been released and the warning should say it all: "No one under 100 will be admitted." The Japanese rating system's equivalent to NC-17 would be R18, so the movie's title is basically saying this sh*t is too wild for just about anybody, and they're right. In fact, the ratings board plays an integral role in the film, and all I'll say is their introduction flips the plot sideways. Nao Omori (Ichi the Killer) plays a single father who joins a unique S&M club, one with an unbreakable one year contract. He gets off on enduring punishment (hence the euphoria on his face), but things go out of control when dominatrixes start showing up everywhere and anytime to kick his ass. They show up at work, on the street, and unfortunately at home when his kid is around. The trailer sells just how crazy the movie really is without giving away too much, plus it has some shots of my girl (and ex-pro wrestler) Lindsay Kay Hayward who plays the big bad "villain" of the piece.

R100 is in some theaters now but expands and hits VOD next month.

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Review: Wild and Bizarre 'R100' Directed by Hitoshi Matsumoto




NOTE: This is a reprint of my review from the Sundance Film Festival. R100 opens December 12th.

There's simply no easy way to describe Japanese funnyman Hitoshi Matsumoto's surreal, deliriously incomprehensible R100. This satirical oddity begins with a deceptively brilliant premise; lonely and grieving salesman Takafumi Katayama (Nao Omori) agrees to a very special S&M club's terms that their army of sexy dominatrixes can pay him a visit any time, any place. And they do...quite often in fact, such as in the opening scene where a leather-clad vixen roundhouse kicks him right in the middle of a restaurant. It's so off-the-wall that you wonder how far the idea can be pushed, and if it's just a one-note joke that would have been better off as a skit. And just as you're starting to consider those things, Matsumoto goes off on a twisted new path that is hilarious, disgusting, and maddening all at the same time.

I freely admit that my knee-jerk reaction was that I had just witnessed a beautiful disaster, a terrible film with a few moments of comedic genius. But upon reflection it's obvious there's a method to Matsumoto's madness, one that gets off on doing what nobody in their right mind could ever expect. Takafumi's boring daily life, that includes taking care of his son alone while his wife lies in a coma, is given a jolt when he visits an S&M club pointedly called "Bondage". One of the few ways Takafumi can shake free of his depression is by being physically and sexually dominated by women, and so he agrees to a unique contract allowing any of the club's dominatrixes to mead out punishment or humiliation anywhere they choose. Whatever it takes to get Takafumi to reach his climax, they'll do and relish it with gusto. Sometimes that means delivering a brutal ass-whoopin' in public; other times it means popping up at a sushi restaurant and squashing every piece of food that hits his plate, much to the chagrin of the chef and patrons. When Takafumi reaches orgasmic euphoria, his face stretches and he gets a goofy grin that should land him on MAD Magazine covers. But before long, Takafumi starts to regret his decision when it becomes clear that "Bondage" has no rules, and that everyone and everything in his life is fair game. They attack him at work, at home, and soon Takafumi's son and father-in-law are in danger.

The opening thirty minutes require a great deal of patience as Matsumoto sets up the ground rules then squashes them like sushi underneath a dominatrix's fist. Just as Takafumi gets off on humiliating punishment, Matsumoto is getting off on our extreme confusion as the already-weird film devolves into sheer insanity involving super-powered ninja biker vixens, hip government agents, secret societies, 7-foot-tall Amazonians and did I mention the super-powered ninja biker vixens? It turns on such a dime that you're left wondering whether you went crazy and wandered into a different movie, but nope, you've just been taken on an acid trip of Matsumoto's design. The entire purpose is to shock and awe as any sense of conventionality ceases. An overweight dominatrix known as the Queen of Saliva dances seductively while repeatedly spitting foul loogies all over a ball-gagged Takafumi. Another dominatrix has somehow gained the power to swallow people whole. The "Bondage" club suddenly has a cool HQ with a swimming pool where the dominatrixes frolic like something out of the Playboy Mansion. If all of this sounds too weird, then know that it's barely scratching the surface, and in one of the laugh-out-loud funniest scenes I've ever witnessed Matsumoto lets you know that he's in on the joke, too. It's too good to be spoiled here, but a clue is right there in the film's title which cleverly mocks the Japanese rating system. If R18 is their equivalent to our NC-17 then you have a pretty good idea of what R100 has in store.

There does come a point where enough is enough and the gags, which rely a great deal on repetition, start to get...well, repetitive. Once the shock-factor wears off it loses a great deal of punch, and as funny as the film is early on it starts to resemble bad satire in the end. Wrapped in B-movie genre elements and a bizarre hook only the most demented could love, R100 will have some in tears of laughter, while others will probably flee for the exits.

Rating: 3 out of 5

Saturday, January 18, 2014

Sundance Review: 'R100' Directed by Hitoshi Matsumoto



There's simply no easy way to describe Japanese funnyman Hitoshi Matsumoto's surreal, deliriously incomprehensible R100. This satirical oddity begins with a deceptively brilliant premise; lonely and grieving salesman Takafumi Katayama (Nao Omori) agrees to a very special S&M club's terms that their army of sexy dominatrixes can pay him a visit any time, any place. And they do...quite often in fact, such as in the opening scene where a leather-clad vixen roundhouse kicks him right in the middle of a restaurant. It's so off-the-wall that you wonder how far the idea can be pushed, and if it's just a one-note joke that would have been better off as a skit. And just as you're starting to consider those things, Matsumoto goes off on a twisted new path that is hilarious, disgusting, and maddening all at the same time.

I freely admit that my knee-jerk reaction was that I had just witnessed a beautiful disaster, a terrible film with a few moments of comedic genius. But upon reflection it's obvious there's a method to Matsumoto's madness, one that gets off on doing what nobody in their right mind could ever expect. Takafumi's boring daily life, that includes taking care of his son alone while his wife lies in a coma, is given a jolt when he visits an S&M club pointedly called "Bondage". One of the few ways Takafumi can shake free of his depression is by being physically and sexually dominated by women, and so he agrees to a unique contract allowing any of the club's dominatrixes to mede out punishment or humiliation anywhere they choose. Whatever it takes to get Takafumi to reach his climax, they'll do and relish it with gusto. Sometimes that means delivering a brutal ass-whoopin' in public; other times it means popping up at a sushi restaurant and squashing every piece of food that hits his plate, much to the chagrin of the chef and patrons. When Takafumi reaches orgasmic euphoria, his face stretches and he gets a goofy grin that should land him on MAD Magazine covers. But before long, Takafumi starts to regret his decision when it becomes clear that "Bondage" has no rules, and that everyone and everything in his life is fair game. They attack him at work, at home, and soon Takafumi's son and father-in-law are in danger.

The opening thirty minutes require a great deal of patience as Matsumoto sets up the ground rules then squashes them like sushi underneath a dominatrix's fist. Just as Takafumi gets off on humiliating punishment, Matsumoto is getting off on our extreme confusion as the already-weird film devolves into sheer insanity involving super-powered ninja biker vixens, hip government agents, secret societies, 7-foot-tall Amazonians and did I mention the super-powered ninja biker vixens? It turns on such a dime that you're left wondering whether you went crazy and wandered into a different movie, but nope, you've just been taken on an acid trip of Matsumoto's design. The entire purpose is to shock and awe as any sense of conventionality ceases. An overweight dominatrix known as the Queen of Saliva dances seductively while she repeatedly spits foul loogies all over a ball-gagged Takafumi. Another dominatrix has somehow gained the power to swallow people whole. The "Bondage" club suddenly has a cool HQ with a swimming pool where the dominatrixes frolick like something out of the Playboy Mansion. If all of this sounds too weird, then know that it's barely scratching the surface, and in one of the laugh-out-loud funniest scenes I've ever witnessed Matsumoto lets you know that he's in on the joke, too. It's too good to be spoiled here, but a clue is right there in the film's title which cleverly mocks the Japanese rating system. If R18 is their equivalent to our NC-17 then you have a pretty good idea of what R100 has in store.

There does come a point where enough is enough and the gags, which rely a great deal on repetition, start to get...well, repetitive. Once the shock-factor wears off it loses a great deal of punch, and as funny as the film is early on it starts to resemble bad satire in the end. Wrapped in B-movie genre elements and a bizarre hook only the most demented could love, R100 will have some in tears of laughter, while others will probably flee for the exits.