Let's not beat around the bush: this is a mess. It's not all bad, but a bounty of good ideas are fumbled terribly in too many ways. We do get the variation on "nature run amok" genre cinema that is promised by the very name of 'War on the insects,' and the alternate name 'Genocide,' but this is delayed, sidelined, and scarcely more than alluded to for a majority of the runtime, only slowly becoming more central in the latter half. This might be fine if the storytelling at large were strong and compelling, but the thriller-orientated human drama that defines the preponderance is garbled and scattered, with all its very workable notions being treated questionably if not outright poorly. To wit: a U. S. Air Force bomber, a murder investigation, and the suspect's expecting wife; U. S. airmen, Soviet spies, the Cold War, and hatred of war and humans; and to top it all off, nihilist, misanthropic biological warfare, experimentation, and eco-terrorist supremacy. Amada Kingen penned a fine story with engaging thoughts, admirable themes, and bleak despair. Screenwriter Takaku Susumu took that story and devised a screenplay that's far more heavy-handed than his work for another contemporary Shochiku horror piece, 'Goke, body snatcher from hell,' and frankly downright sloppy and harried. The film isn't downright awful, but that's not saying much.
For as gawky as the screenplay is, plot development is commonly brusque and forced, and the pacing is a mixed bag that mostly, increasingly, pushes along too swiftly. The narrative at large feels overfull in only eight-four minutes as ideas are smashed together inelegantly; swell as the root conceptions for characters, scenes, and dialogue may be, they are reduced and rendered with such blunt, tactless forthrightness that their potential is overcooked. Add some Movie Magic for good measure, moving the plot along as it requires without concern for judicious, sensible story progression. To much the same end, while he could only work with the material he had, Nihonmatsu Kazui's direction here comes across as harried, struggling to keep the proceedings cohesive - which makes it all the more unfortunate that Terada Akimitsu's editing is even more curt and forcible than the plot development, so dubious that at times a beat or scene is altogether cut short. For the record, that includes the last minutes. And it bears repeating that all throughout the length we're given spoken reference to insect activity, but it's certainly not handled in a manner that allows the thought to resonate; in the second half these thoughts are brought to bear more concretely, but still the potency is plainly lacking owing to how the picture was written, directed, and edited.
Other facets are more appreciable. Under all these conditions the cast is regularly put in the regrettable position of overacting (I feel so bad for Chico Roland in particular), recalling contemporary 'Star Trek,' but they put forth an honest effort and mostly come off better than not. Hirase Shizuo's cinematography is fairly smart at times, capturing some nice detail. I love the stunts and practical effects, of course, and the special makeup; where more fanciful visuals are inserted the use is quite fetching. The production design and art direction are fantastic, and likewise the costume design, hair, and makeup. I like Kikuchi Shinsuke's original music as it complements the proceedings, even if it tends to get overwhelmed by all else on hand. Broadly speaking 'War of the insects' is well made. It's just that for all the skill and intelligence that did go into it, these are sadly not reflected in the writing, the direction, or the editing, and the end product stumbles significantly in imparting its tale. We do get what we came for, but the power of the material absolutely is not there. I tend to refer to Fukasaku Kinji's 'Virus' of 1980 a lot because it has stuck with me every day since I watched it, but it seems like a particularly relevant point of comparison here: while the plots differ, the features reach for the same region of tying together an apocalyptic nightmare, the shortsightedness of humans and military endeavors, and the faint spark of hope for a future. Where 'Virus' resonates thunderously over its two and one-half hours, however, the doing here is such a clunky mishmash that it is robbed of all impact.
It's not all bad. There are much worse ways to spend your time. For what this title does well, I want to like it more than I do. For all those ways in which it falls short, emphatically including the almost laughable last stretch, I wonder if I'm not being too generous. I'm glad for those who get more out of 'War of the insects' than I do, but in my opinion this is just too flawed to earn a specific recommendation.
