“The only thing worse than American remakes is American remakes of Japanese films. This one started it all- The Asian Invasion, and it is one of 3! movies I consider to be genuinely scary. It doesn't move all over the place like the remake. It's a tightly bound story that works on every level.”--Eric
Quick Plot: A giggly pair of Japanese girls (no, there aren't many other kinds) hang out home alone doing as all teenagers do on a Friday night: watching Mets games and telling ghost stories. The urban legend du jour involves a mysterious video tape circulating around the rumor mill, killing anyone who watches it one week after the play button is pushed and a static filled warning sent via phone. One of the girls, Imako, turns pale with the admission that she's seen said tape and then...
All is forgotten for token giggle time.
If only all ghost stories could end as such.
After Imako's mysterious death, we're introduced to the girl's aunt Reiko, a single mom journalist quick to hop on the investigation even if said act means she spends less time with her incredibly independent 7-year old son. Along the way, she discovers a grainy VHS tape that can only be evil incarnate or an ambitious goth film student's project. After viewing the bizarre short, Reiko's phone rings, an ominous sign in any horror universe.
Naturally, Reiko decides to share the death-bringing video tape with the one person who can maybe help her and, I suppose more importantly, might warrant a death-bringing video: her ex-husband, played by Hiroyuki Sanada (so great in Danny Boyle's Sunshine). Together, they embark on a mini road and boat trip that's made all the more urgent when their son sneaks a peak at the irresponsibly unmarked tape.
The investigation leads to a 40 year mystery involving a scientist, a seer, and a dead child with token waist-length black hair, all the while with a calendar clock ticking.
Like most Westerners, I saw Gore Verbinski's 2002 remake at the height of its popularity on, whaddya know, a VHS rental. It's hard to recall my overall impression from that film, since so many J-Horrors have since found their slow burning ways inside my television. At the same time, it's almost impossible to view Ringu with fresh eyes since the meat of the story was copied to a tee.
Not as blatantly horror filmish as Verbinski’s adaptation, Ringu unwinds more like a ghostly mystery. I honestly can’t speak to the scares of the film, since all were anticipated from my familiarity with The Ring. While that’s something of a shame, I wouldn’t necessarily liken it to the ending of Fight Club being spoiled by a high school classmate back in 1999 (one day, I shall kill him).
High Points
Having our leads be a divorced couple lends so much more interesting background to Ringu than found in so many of these beautiful-strangers-forced-to-work-together-and-develop-unconsumated-sexual-chemistry horror films. We sense the history between these two people, but it’s never distracting to the major plot at hand. It works rather perfectly
Though we’ve seen countless similar tricks both before and after the birth of Ringu, it’s hard to deny the content of that video is unnerving
Low Points
Much like my recent realization of my disconnect with giallo, I think my biggest beef with Ringu is the nature of its setup. Like The Eyes of Laura Mars, Ringu presents a mystery that it seems to want its audience to solve, and yet...there’s simply no way to do so
Lessons Learned
First graders can be incredibly self-sufficient if your method of parenting is to occasionally look their way
Japanese elementary school style includes extremely short shorts
Grilled cheezus woman, if you are in possession of a videotape that will kill anyone that watches it, don’t leave the thing laying around for your restless son to pop in when he can’t fall asleep. Don’t they teach this stuff in Lamaze class?
Rent/Bury/Buy
Ringu could almost be compared to Night of the Living Dead or Halloween for the simple reason of birthing a new movement in genre cinema. I’m sure there are better (and earlier) J-horror films out there (Kairo/Pulse remains my personal favorite), but Ringu is an important piece of modern culture. That being said, it didn’t really do much for me as someone who pretty much knew what was coming. It’s a skillfully made film, one not without its creepiness (and a surprising ending--different from the remake--that works quite well) but I just never felt the dread I was hoping for, something that gave me real nightmares with Kiyoshi Kurosawa’s Pulse. Rent it, to be sure, since the ride itself is well-done and eerie. And of course, remember to then pass it on to a friend if you expect to....well, I kid. As long as you watch it. Before the week is over. Please?