Showing posts with label Genre: Parody. Show all posts
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Sunday, 29 December 2013

To Clear Through The [Re]Watch List #2: Nurse Witch Komugi (2002)

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Dirs. Masato Tamagawa, Masatsugu Arakawa, Yasuhiro Takemoto and Yoshitomo Yonetani

The problem with Nurse Witch Komugi is one that goes beyond the complaints taken at Japanese anime within the last decade or so. Those complaints are still there. The discomforting sexualisation of young girls even if they're animated. The pandering to a small subset of otaku where the fetishes and in-jokes to anime are alien to any outsider. Honestly even if you did have fetishes to glasses on a woman, big breasts, maid outfits etc., or have watched obscure giant robot shows from the seventies, you may feel a disconnect to this still. The problem is that, for its few bright spots of imagination and clever humour, able to mock itself too, the sum of it is the issue that faces not just anime, but any group. Geek culture. Cult works. Hobbies. Dare I say even religion and politics. When the quality and fun is replaced with a cheap aesthetic look and everything feels tacky. Not fun. Extravagant. Sincere. Uplifting. Clever. Sexy. Any potent feeling, not even kitsch. Just tacky. And such works are knowingly tacky, which is worse because it'll encourage the followers of that areas to just want tackiness. Within five straight-to-video episodes, including a bonus "2.5" one, it automatically caused my heart to sink when the opening theme is a sickly cute song, sung in too high a voice by the female singer, using medical terminology to describe romance. The lyrics are ridiculous, the voice too high, but the problem is how contrived it feels even when I don't speak Japanese. Too cute. Too quirky. To the point it doesn't feel sincere. This is not something cheesy that you can enjoy for its sincerity and because it's ridiculous, like how I've fallen in love with the song by Loudness from the animated box office bomb Odin (1986) which I covered on this blog. This is just being cute because it wants to be surface level cute and nothing more.

The anime is a spin-off from a TV series called Soul Taker (2001), which not only takes characters from a serious work and place them in a comedy, but it became far more popular and talked about then the original source. I have never seen an episode of Soul Take but this isn't a hindrance for Nurse Witch Komugi. Now the references to anime from the past I may have to see to get some of the jokes. Komugi is a downtrodden cosplay idol, looked down upon by her management for continually screwing up the jobs assigned for her to become more famous. A lot of the reason she screws up is that she has to juggle a secret alter ego, transforming into a nurse witch to defeat the minions of a King of Germs, a task assigned to her from a magical land of medicine with a perverted rabbit mascot by her side. Representing the villains is a maid witch; a great idea from the series is that she has a Dr. Jekyll and Mr Hyde personality where neither side knows of each other, one the villain, the other Komugi's school friend. From there it's a comedy with action but its empty. You're stuck with a work that panders but offers nothing of real interest for a great deal of it. Loosely connected around Komugi having to fight evil virus monsters and being a cosplayer trying to get higher in her career choice, it boils down to a series of absurd sketches per the six episodes but not really succeeding.

A great deal of it is arbitrary. The titillation, of course taking cue of the magical girl genre its riffing on to show Komugi's costume change sequence like a stripshow, is creepy because, like in most anime unfortunately, the characters are seventeen or younger. But its creepier and perversely lazy in how it's incredibly chaste while yet having countless bathing scenes and the like, especially as a straight to video release. Treating sexuality in such a compromised way yet presenting dubious sexuality in a sugar coated tone is incredibly off for me even after all the anime I've seen. In the perfect world, if titillation was still required, the creepy sexualisation of young girls would be boated out in favour for grown up female characters, as much in control of the sexual nature of the work as the viewer. Unfortunately even then, if the lazy, chaste tone to it was kept in still, the anime would be compromised as before. This kind of anime takes sexual fetishes and smoothens them of all their interest and depth in favour of a checklist mentality. Big breasts. Older women. Maid costumes. Nurse uniform. Flat chests. To decry any sexual objectification of this sort of thing is too obvious. Decrying this sort of anime for killing off any sense of mystery and tantalisation to sexual fantasies, especially when animation could give one the chance to show something completely fantastical if actually used properly for once, should be done more often.

The same laziness is there with the references as jokes. They're funny when you don't even need to know the references, when the jokes already funny in context of these new characters or completely bizarre to you because of the lack of knowledge. But like Family Guy at its worst, it's a private conversation that isn't actually that worth knowing the secrets of, because there's nothing beyond the surface name checking. Moments do shine in the anime. The bosses Komugi deal with are imaginative and funny. One representing all those otaku fetish forums, which naturally pisses Komugi off when the "flat chest" forum, represented by cat people, group around her. A giant robot that gets its own mecha show theme tune sung with burning passion like the originals. Legions of road raging vehicles that leads to a peculiar joke mocking completely CGI animation being released around the time this was made. Even a wrestling match in Hell. And those moments, mentioned earlier in the review, when it mocks its own industry, while completely hypocritical considering the anime itself, do sting. Crazed fans. The chaos of fan conventions, and an entire episode about making anime that shows that the creators of this are masochistic about their profession.

There was the potential for something great here, but most of Nurse Witch Komugi is not like the good ideas presented above. Most of it responds to the most mediocre aspects of anime in recent years, which are just dull to sit through. The final episode tries to be fairly serious, in air quotes since its still humorous, about a teacher witch (presumably) with breasts so large they have the consistency of beanbags than living flesh. The lack of time in twenty or so minutes to make something compelling, especially when the actual story is of the episode is dull anyway, prevents it from doing anything of worth. It's pretty much like this for most of the anime over its episodes. Brief glimpses of goodness swallowed by the tenuous. It's kind of surprising that one of the directors of this was Yasuhiro Takemoto, considering looking into him he made two good comedy vignettes series, Lucky Star (2007) and Full Metal Panic? Fumoffu (2003), bearing in mind their imperfections and that they were based around vignettes rather than a consistent plot. The thing is thought, while Lucky Star is the superior of the two, Full Metal Panic? Fumoffu is a good comedy series which yet still suffers from problems effecting this one - bad opening theme, creepy titillation suddenly appearing in a later episode, and some moments that fall over badly even if they're rare. And this was a work with clear delays between each episode, and multiple directors working on various episodes, which unless the quality is kept to a high level, is going to cause drops in said quality to take place. Ultimately Nurse Witch Komugi is pretty much the sort of thing not really worth seeing. I actually rewatched this a second time when it came to this review, and frankly the sense that this was made for the smallest, tiniest audience of people who have no real connection to anyone else even in Japanese pop culture is big. And it's not good. It looks cheap, it's not funny enough, and it does define how tacky anime can unfortunately get.

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Thursday, 21 March 2013

Mini-Review: Casa de mi Padre (2012)

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Dir. Matt Piedmont
USA

The newest kinds of parody films that tackle cult and niche material are divisive. Unlike Airplane! (1980), they are in danger of only being designed for single viewings only, unable to create memorable worlds to match the jokes; Black Dynamite (2009) fell to pieces on the second viewing for example. I have hope for Norwegian Ninja (2010), and in its favour it has a full story, even in such a short running time, and is tackling real life Norwegian political history which adds layers to it. Casa de mi Padre, based on Mexican melodramas, is in a precarious place for me even if I admire what it attempts to do. I have not seen anything that could have influenced this film, so it came to me as a very unconventional work, one, regardless of what happens on another  viewing, I will applaud for being an American comedy taking an original turn.

When two drug lords – his own brother (Diego Luna) and the local lord Onza (Gael Garcia Bernal) – begin a bloody conflict, pushed forward by a corrupt American FBI agent and Mexican police, the naive rancher Armando Alvarez (Will Farrell) will have to learn what it means to be a man to protect what he loves. Done completely deadpan, it is supposed to be a Mexican film with everyone, including Farrell, speaking in Spanish. What could have been quite insulting to Hispanic viewers, with its intentionally fake model effects and back projection, is far more interesting than a cheap parody. It’s whole premise and concept is what could make it remembered in the future even if it’s flawed in the final results. At only eighty minutes, if suffers from a thin running time which prevents it from taking a sketch and making it into  fully formed, unique creation. Many of these intentional cultish films spend most of the running time setting up the premise and not deepening them, which Casa de mi Padre does suffer from.

This film could survive in the eyes of viewers in that, embracing its cultural influences fully, it is inspired and exhilarating. In eighty minutes it includes some immensely good musical numbers, a throwback to spaghetti western title themes that Quentin Tarantino wishes he had, a willingness to tackle something as serious as the Mexican drug wars in a way that isn’t trivialising, and a legitimate cinematic quality to the material, far from flatly made comedies as we expect now but with a mix of artificial and real sets that is distinct and imaginative. When it does play with the tropes of “bad” filmmaking – awkward delays in dialogue, obviously fake animals, in-film advertising – it comes as peculiarly funny rather than a self conscious attempt at being awful. And that it is playing itself as a serious film, including bloody gunfights and tragedy, while creating an off-balanced tone to the story at first, actually makes it difficult to not be caught up with the narrative arch even when you’re still noticing the subtle and blatant absurdities in the fore and background of scenes. The only hesitation I have with giving the film more praise is its slightness, and whether this will do the same to it as it did to Black Dynamite, making it pointless to watch it after a first viewing, is up to what happens on another viewing. Aside from this it is the kind of unconventional idea you want more comedy films to go along with. 

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