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Onibaba: The Reed Field and the Demon Mask

Sun, 28 Dec 2025 09:00:00 +0000

There is a shot Kaneto Shindo returns to throughout Onibaba — tall susuki reeds filling the frame, rippling in wind, hissing, going on forever with no horizon and no landmark. It is one of the most oppressive settings in horror, and Shindo grows almost his entire film out of it. Released in 1964, Onibaba is a Japanese folk-horror fable set during the medieval civil wars, in which two starving women murder stray soldiers in the grass and sell their armour to survive, until a demon mask enters the story and turns their arrangement inside out. It is lurid, ferocious, and among the most physically sensual horror films ever made.

Japanese Horror: The Essential Ten

Tue, 02 Sep 2025 13:00:00 +0000

Western horror tends to end with the monster dealt with. Japanese horror rarely offers that comfort. Its deepest tradition is the kaidan, the ghost story, and the ghost in a kaidan is usually a wronged woman or a broken promise coming back to be settled, which means the dread is moral before it is supernatural. You cannot shoot the vengeful dead, because they are already owed something. That single idea runs from the painted theatre of the 1960s through the videotape panic of the late 1990s and out the other side into the mockumentaries of the 2000s, and it is why the tradition holds together so well across forty years and three completely different filmmaking economies.

Kwaidan: Kobayashi's Ghost Stories as Painted Theatre

Sat, 03 Feb 2024 09:00:00 +0000

There is a shot near the end of Kwaidan — a sky the colour of a bruise, with a single vast eye painted into the clouds, watching a doomed samurai walk toward his own reflection. No fog machine made that sky. A crew painted it on a soundstage wall, hung it behind the actor, and lit it so that the whole world tilts into dread. Masaki Kobayashi’s 1964 anthology of four Japanese ghost stories is one of the most beautiful horror films ever made, and it earns that beauty by refusing, from the first frame, to pretend it is anything other than a stage.

The J-Horror Wave and What the American Remakes Lost

Thu, 28 Dec 2023 13:00:00 +0000

For a few years around the turn of the millennium, the most frightening films in the world were coming out of Japan, and they were frightening in a way Western horror had almost forgotten. There were no killers to outrun, no rules to exploit, no third-act confrontation where the monster could be burned or shot or reasoned with. There were long, still shots of empty rooms. There were figures who moved wrong, or did not move at all. There was a ghost you could not fight, only postpone, and a dread that arrived with a slow, patient certainty that the thing in the frame had all the time in the world. Hollywood noticed, bought the lot, and remade nearly every one, and in doing so it demonstrated, film by film, precisely what it did not understand.

Hausu (1977): The Haunted House as a Sugar-Rush Fever Dream

Mon, 13 Nov 2023 12:00:00 +0000

Every so often a studio spends real money on something it does not understand, and the result is a masterpiece nobody could have commissioned on purpose. Hausu — released in Japan in 1977, known in the West as House — is the cleanest example I know. Toho, still chasing the disaster that Jaws had done to the global box office two years earlier, wanted its own monster hit and handed the job to Nobuhiko Obayashi, a maker of glossy television commercials with no feature credits and a head full of ideas that had no business inside a mainstream horror picture. What came back is a haunted-house film that behaves like a sugar high, a nightmare, and a soft-drink advert all at once, and forty-odd years later there is still nothing else quite like it.