Directed by Sion Sono.
2010. Not Rated, 145 minutes.
Cast:
Mitsuru Fukikoshi
Denden
Asuka Kurosawa
Hikari Kajiwara
Megumi Kagurazaka
Tetsu Watanabe
Right at the beginning we’re told Cold
Fish is inspired by true events. Yeesh. Our trek into the bizarre
begins when troubled teen Mitsuko (Kajiwara) is caught shoplifting. When her
dad Nobuyuki Shamoto (Fukikoshi) and step-mom Taeko (Kagurazaka) come to get
her, they meet store-owner, the fun-loving Yukio Murata (Denden). He’s an
exotic fish dealer, same as Shamoto, only much more successful. Instead of
calling the cops, Murata offers to give Mitsuko a job and to let her live in a
dorm, of sorts, with the other girls that work for him. Since things aren't exactly great between any combination of the three members of the Shamoto
household, and Murata and his wife Aiko (Kurosawa) seem harmless enough, Mr. Shamoto
agrees. Besides, Murata drives a shiny red Ferrari. As expected, he’s not all
he cracks himself up to be. Sure, Mitsuko is a cute young girl and that’s the
road my mind traveled in trying to figure what Murata is really up to. That ain't it.
In rather short order, things turn down a dark road. Murata
traps Shamoto into a shady business deal that includes making him an accomplice
to murder, among other things. Don’t worry. That’s only the beginning. Eventually,
we get into adultery, rough sex, domestic violence, more murder, rape,
exhibitionism, more murder, and lots and lots of fun with really bloody
corpses. A great deal of it is in shocking detail. After this, you’ll no
longer have to imagine how to properly dispose of a body and not leave any
evidence. To call this movie morbid is selling it way short.
That said, things seem to be coming to a logical conclusion.
However, just when we think its coming to an end is when it really flies off
the rails. The problem is the point that it appeared we were working toward is
rendered completely moot. What promised to provide some form of social commentary through its extremes opts to become a gore-fest enamored with its
own pools of blood.
Until now, the only movie I’d seen by director Sion Sono was
the fabulously disturbing Strange Circus. As weird and
twisted as that movie is, it all works. The story and its visuals somehow both
manage to be simultaneously repulsive and compelling. Eventually, it all comes
together in a “wow” moment. I couldn't believe what I just saw, but I loved it.
Cold Fish is a cruder, and amazingly, more baffling film
that reaches for the same qualities possessed by SC but
never quite gets there. It just keeps pushing the envelope until it flies off
the table then pushes some more. The ending is something far beyond cynical,
seemingly just for the sake of being so. To its credit, though, even with all
the grotesque and simply distasteful visuals you can’t take your eyes off
CF. You may cringe and cover your face, but will probably
still watch through parted fingers. This is not a movie you’re likely to
forget.
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