I knew going into this film that it was not my kind of movie. I am not a fan of horror films. They are rarely done right, and often degenerate into torture porn or a gore fest. That’s why I was pleasantly surprised to find that director Takashi Miike made the film from the book of Hitchcock. It’s about a man whose wife has died. He is lonely and his son is bugging him to get remarried. A friend suggests that a good way to quickly sift through a large number of women is to do it the way the pros do. That is, an audition. They set up a semi-fake audition for a movie and whittle down the possibilities to 30 women. Of course, the man picks the creepy girl in white. Once this man touches her life outside of the audition; the film begins to break further and further from reality. We descend into her warped world of ballet, a creature in a bag, and torture.
Takashi Miike definitely has talent. It’s just not my kind of movie. I think he attempts to class up the film by feeding us BS to try and connect us emotionally with the characters. What was impressive was his command of suspenseful filmmaking techniques. It meant that when it was gruesome, it was a drink of water to someone in a desert rather than being drowned in a pool. An atmosphere had been built and went unbroken as a head was severed or a pin was pushed into an eye. Miike does not just using a series of cheap tricks. Those who enjoy horror will probably appreciate it more than I did. I say, approach with caution.