In Shiraishi’s talented hands the narrative transforms into a visual elegant and compelling examination of the desire that drives us all.
It is via the splatter of blood, the concatenation of sexual acts, and the ghostly revenge that Yamaguchi presents the male spectator his truth: that he, beyond fantasy and desire, is a merely castrated being.
A pleasant horror short-narrative that showcases Miyahara’s talent.
A tremendous achievement [that succeeds in calling] forth orth certain (indigestible) truths concerning the Japanese imperialistic Other.
a very enjoyable revenge-narrative that, surprisingly, still holds up well today.