<rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title>Nobuo Nakagawa - vo.rs</title><link>https://vo.rs/tags/nobuo-nakagawa/</link><description>Latest from the Nobuo Nakagawa desk at vo.rs.</description><generator>Hugo -- gohugo.io</generator><language>en</language><copyright>This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 4.0 International License.</copyright><lastBuildDate>Sat, 22 Nov 2025 08:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://vo.rs/tags/nobuo-nakagawa/" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Jigoku: The 1960 Film That Filmed Hell</title><link>https://vo.rs/screen/jigoku-the-1960-film-that-filmed-hell/</link><description>&lt;p&gt;There is a moment about two thirds of the way through &lt;em&gt;Jigoku&lt;/em&gt; when the film stops pretending to be a story and simply becomes a place. The plot, such as it is, has been ticking along — guilt, a hit-and-run, a widening stain of consequence — and then a bridge collapses, everyone dies at once, and Nobuo Nakagawa marches his entire cast down into the eight great hells of Buddhist cosmology. From that point the film is a guided tour of the underworld, and it was made in 1960, which is the detail that keeps me coming back to it. Herschell Gordon Lewis would not open &lt;em&gt;Blood Feast&lt;/em&gt; for another three years. The word &amp;ldquo;splatter&amp;rdquo; did not yet describe a genre. And here is a bankrupt Japanese studio filming skin being peeled off in strips.&lt;/p&gt;</description><pubDate>Sat, 22 Nov 2025 08:00:00 +0000</pubDate></item></channel></rss>