Posts Tagged ‘Japan’

Attack of the Otaku!

Thursday, February 2nd, 2006

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Remember in The 40 Year Old Virgin where we see Steve Carell’s bedroom for the first time and it’s full of action figures? Well, the Japanese have a name for people like that… They’re called otaku, and the term applies specifically to any adult male who still plays with dollies and knows his favourite animé series inside-out.

In Japan, otaku are both shunned and catered to at the same time. At least one bar in Akihabara features waitresses dressed up as animé characters for their otaku clientele.

I of course knew all about this before my recent Tokyo trip, and wanted to pick up a DVD of the hit Japanese TV soap opera Densha Otoko (“Train Man”), based on a true otaku love story from an online chat group (!)

The only local copies I could find had no English subtitles, but back home I managed to track down an official Hong Kong release. I watched the first episode last night, and from the first power chords of the opening credits’ Mr. Roboto the show had me laughing out loud—a pretty rare occurrence for anyone who knows me!

Of course, to love this show like I do you have to be willing to accept the very broad Japanese definition of comedic acting—big faces, and lots of ‘em—something I’ll allow for this example only. For those who won’t go that far, perhaps, like The Office, a westernized version of this show is in order.

Hmmm… Anybody wanna go in with me on a pitch to get the English rights from Fuji Television?

Ringu vs. The Ring

Friday, October 29th, 2004

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Here’s a scary Hallowe’en movie treat for you; sure it’s been done before, but not by me!

I had the opportunity this past week to watch both Ringu and The Ring, two film versions of the novel by Koji Suzuki. I should probably state up front that I myself have an extremely low tolerance for terror, and made judicious use of the pause and frame advance buttons on my remote control while watching the films. I should also point out that this comparison will definitely spoil at least some of the fun if you haven’t seen at least one of them. So why not do that, then come back and read the rest?

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Okay, so you’ve either watched one of the films, or you’re not willing to suffer in terror through either, right? Just making sure… As I wrote before, spoilers follow — you’ve been warned!

Here then, are my observations of the two films, in more or less chronological order:

The Victims

Faces of the victims in The Ring are all bent out of shape — literally! — with liberal amounts of prosthetic effects, while their unlucky counterparts in Ringu have their faces frozen in abject terror, plenty scary for me.

The Video

The cursed video in Ringu is short and creepy; The Ring‘s video is bursting with so much symbolism that it really does look like a bad student film. Yes, I know that all the images are justified as the story behind it is uncovered, but about half of them — like the centipede, for example — were completely unnecessary.

I also liked how, in the Japanese version, after the heroine turns off the television she sees a reflection in the screen of Sakada standing behind her, which I’ll bet M. Night Shamalayan ripped off for Signs. The closest we get to that in the American film is a 3D blob of transparent goo flitting across the schoolgirl’s downstairs TV screen. Ooh, scary!

The Music

As a testament to The Ring, only a day after watching it I can’t remember what any of the music sounded like, whereas the ominous slowed-down church bells that counted down the seven days in Ringu still give me the creeps. I thought that their use after the false ending at the well, when the heroine is standing alone on the balcony, was particularly brilliant!

The Ex-Husband

In Ringu the heroine’s husband has ESP; in The Ring it’s the kid who has a sixth sense. Great, another Haley Joel Osment — that’s all we need!

Of particular interest to me was that the American ex-husband had to be convinced of the heroine’s fears, after initially dismissing them, while the Japanese ex took his former mate’s word right off the bat. ESP, or cultural difference?

Sadako vs. Samara

The American script doctors took great lengths to flesh out the character of Samara. As a result, we see her childhood room, her video archives from the mental institution… The heroine even sees her at the bottom of the well, just in case anyone in the audience forgot who the movie was about.

In contrast, Ringu‘s Sadako is stumbled upon pretty late in the film, as that film’s heroine joins her ex-husband in an ESP epiphany. The back story of Sadako is more vague, but deliberately so, I think — at least the filmmakers didn’t add an extra half-hour to the running time trying to explain it!

After Ringu the well scene in The Ring made me laugh out loud… So the heroine gets pushed into the well by a 70′s-vintage television set?!

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Okay, so I’m about to talk about the scariest scene in the film — this is seriously your last chance to stop reading and go out and see it instead!

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The climactic scene in both movies shows the audience how Sadako/Samara makes good on her seventh-day death threat. In Ringu, the effect of Sadako coming out of the television set is just a bit cheap, compared to the flawless visual effects of Hollywood’s Samara. But in The Ring, Samara is still plagued by a poor TV signal as she waltzes across the ex-husband’s studio floor, a dumb effect that for me took her out of the reality of the scene. And while, Ringu shows only Sadako’s eye, for me it’s as lasting an image as the demonic Samara’s full face.

The Message

By now, you’re probably getting the idea that I fancied Ringu substantially more than The Ring, and you’re right. Maybe this will convince you too: What saves both heroines from the video’s curse is that they have made a copy of it and made someone else watch. Both heroines lift the curse from their kids by making them do the same. In the Japanese film the little boy Koichi is told that the cycle of viewing and copying the video must be spread far and wide, until everyone everywhere has seen it. I’m not entirely sure what the message is here — at first I thought the filmmakers were encouraging piracy, but it’s probably more along the lines of “knowledge is power”, or “information wants to be free”.

At any rate, it’s certainly more warm and fuzzy than what we get in The Ring; in that movie the Haley Joel Osment wannabe asks his mom what’ll happen to the person he gives his copy of the cursed video to, and gets silence for an answer. So the message here is “we’ll take care of own, screw y’all”… Nice!

The Winner

Ringu, by a country mile… At least until I get my hands on the Korean version!

Sunday, August 26th, 2001:

Sunday, August 26th, 2001

I posted photos and a treat from Tokyo this morning, right after I finished playing Shenmue. I had given up on the game last January when my character (avatar, whatever) — Ryo Hazuki — got a job as a forklift operator; every time I played I had to put in a full day of work! But my infatuation with Japanese culture, boosted by my trip, lured me back. I can’t tell you how happy I was when Ryo got fired!

Shenmue really is a landmark event in the mostly bullshit world of new media, half game and half epic movie. One of the things I enjoyed most about it was that it was so earnest — no cynicism, post-modernism, parody… Just a well-told (if trite) story that you can interact with. It is precisely what makes me want to get into the videogames industry.

At the same time, the traditional discipline of corporate whoring calls, with bookings for upcoming Second City industrial shows. My first one this year (!) comes in September with a trip to Vancouver. I’m hoping to stay over an extra day and score an interview with Electronic Arts.

I also found out I’m a second-stringer for a tour of Canadian consulates in Asia. If someone on the A-list gets another gig, I could be going to Hong Kong, just like Ryo Hazuki will be doing in the Shenmue sequel! Keep your fingers crossed…

Tuesday, August 21st, 2001:

Tuesday, August 21st, 2001

Apparently I left Tokyo just in time. At this moment a typhoon named Pabuk is hitting Japan’s western shore, hard enough to close Universal Studios Japan and put the televised high school baseball championships I’d been watching all week on hiatus. It’s been downgraded from typhoon status, but whatever is left of it will hit the capital tomorrow morning.

After yesterday’s entry I quickly packed up and checked out of the hotel. I had an hour before I was to meet up for lunch with Kim (see last Saturday), so I made a pilgrimage to the Tokyu Hands "creative life store". It’s also mentioned in this month’s WIRED (see Sunday), and with good reason: Had I an empty suitcase to fill with loot — well, I could have got a suitcase there, even the materials to make one myself! I settled for an inflatable travel pillow, which came in handy during my flight later on.

Kim took me to this sushi place in Shibuya I had passed by a couple of times, noting the line-up that went down the street. On this particular lunch hour it was much shorter, so after taking note of the rules posted outside — "please order at least seven dishes and refrain from lingering" — we went in. Someone had told me that Japanese sushi was far more expensive and not that much better than what you could get in Toronto; they were wrong on both counts. The dishes we snatched from the conveyor belt in front of us all had ingredients that must have been dredged up from the sea that morning. And what better way to cleanse your palette than another visit to Starbucks?

Kim told me of her plans to move to Hawaii, a good strategic point for someone to do business with both Japan and the states. As good as her mastery of the Japanese language is (compared to mine), she confided that no gaijin could ever be completely accepted into Japanese society.

Still, it was with sad eyes that I watched Tokyo slip away from me on the train to the airport. I’m not the type for one-night stands, but that’s how I’m thinking about the city on this, the morning after. She was playing hard to get at first and when all was said and done I never really did understand her, but it sure was a wild ride, and if given the chance I’d go back for seconds at a moments notice!

Monday, August 20th, 2001:

Monday, August 20th, 2001

Yesterday it became official — I love this place!

My first stop on the day’s itinerary was Asakusa, a huge street fair in front of the Sensoji Temple. Every conceivable consumable item was assembled in a promenade under a glass skylight, decorated by orange lanterns. I wisely held out for breakfast until I got here; right in front of the temple was a stand serving some kind of omelette or something; whatever it was, it had egg, bacon, some kind of starchy root filling, and was perfect.

A ferry down the Sumida river dropped me off near Shimbashi station, where I took an automated, elevated train to Odaiba — almost. I decided to get off early and cross the almost 4km bridge across Tokyo Bay on foot. Though there appeared to be a big storm chasing me, it never materialized.

If Tokyo is the city of the 21st century, then Odaiba, or Rainbow Town, is it’s suburb. Huge towers of condos with scenic views in every direction towered above me. Connected to all of them is Decks Tokyo Beach, two parallel malls, both meeting up with Sega Joypolis at the other end. After a snack and my first cup of coffee since I got here (it wasn’t very good — this is important for later) I took a stroll through Sega’s theme park. I’m happy that I ordered my Samba de Amigo maracas over the ‘Net; music games are still all the rage here.

Another, smaller bridge brought me to Palette Town and Mega Web. Palette Town is a rip-off of the mall in Caesar’s Palace, where the fake sky goes from dawn to dusk in about two hours. But without the hordes of American tourists in their tacky shorts it seemed that much classier. Mega Web is basically a year-round showroom for Toyota. They even had their latest electric car available for an automated spin around the complex. This attraction had just closed when I got there. I also wanted to visit the Fuji TV Tower, but by this time I had a bad case of sensory overload, and made my retreat to Shibuya.

This morning I set out early to witness the Tokyo subway at rush hour. My vantage point was a less-travelled platform, across the tracks from what I was promised would be the big show. Perhaps due to the Obon festival (kind of like Japanese Thanksgiving), there wasn’t nearly as much chaos as I expected, but I was impressed for the orderly manner in which passengers lined up in twos behind markers on the floor, where the doors to the arriving trains would open. It was just like the good old days of taking the York University Express bus from Wilson station!

Around 9AM I decided to leave Shinjuku station, by the correct train but in the wrong direction. At the next stop I switched over, and got my come-uppance. I wasn’t pried into an already-full car by subway guards, but I did squeeze into one on my own — barely. Apparently there are signs in subway cars asking patrons not to grab asses. I wouldn’t know, since I can’t read Japanese. But I can appreciate how it might be tempting…

The experience left me needing coffee. So ladies and gentlemen, it’s time to close your bets; I finally surrendered to Starbucks. :(