A Serbian Film

How far would you go to create true "art?"

Depends entirely on what you would consider worthy of such a title. Delve deeper and you may realize others might just have to suffer for the sake of your vision. Or at least calling it art may help you justify it.

Vukmir is one who strongly believes that the victim is the one who can truly portray a newer, riskier type of art; one that holds nothing back and goes full force.

Given the somewhat generic description above, we have the story of Milo, a former porn star highly regarded within his profession. He is given a chance to reignite his former glory with Vukmir's new vision. The catch is, he must sign the contract before he knows anything about the new porn film. Milo sees it as a chance to gain tremendous financial freedom, especially for his family. In reality, he's the one who will be paying for his choices. Too bad for Milo that Vukmir's definition of art must be united with reality.

Let the sick show begin.

Ichi the Killer

For fans of Audition, a film posted previously, I bring to you another Takashi Miike film, one that does not fail to deliver. The film title emerges from a dripping puddle of semen, so you know from the beginning you're in for a ride.

Hanging someone horizontally with hooks and pouring hot oil all over their back is what Kakihara, a pure sadist, likes to call "Just a little torture." He also willingly slices off his own tongue. Tasty.

Just how does Ichi the Killer get down and dirty? He has his own damn clean up unit for when he's done doing his thing. The first clean-up in the film makes Johnny Depps ceiling in Nightmare on Elm Street look spotless. He's not your average assassin, and to some he may come across annoying. He's an odd cross between badass and crybaby, all the while sharing in masochistic adventures. As the movie progresses he seems fixed on not killing anymore. But a supposed past of bullying seems to overpower his conscience and he feels the responsibility in ridding the world of anyone marked as such. If you're looking for the usual good guy bad guy film, you won't find it here.

Who says you can't have a little bit of humor with your daily dose of violence? Miike does well in combining the two elements together. Or maybe you won't find any humor within the film...that would be unfortunate.

Bad Boy Bubby

If mommy tells you to never leave the house because the air outside is poison, you listen. For Bubby, hes been obedient for more than thirty years. He even obeys his mothers order to sit still in the kitchen all day while she's off doing who knows what.

Bubby also willingly engages in sexual relations with his mother and seems to enjoy himself thoroughly while doing so. I mean, who can blame him, she is the only women he has ever known and what the hell would incest mean to a guy who mirrors the words and actions of his mother all day.

And than Bubby gets a little curious. His "pet" cat has the ability to leave the house without dying and he wants to know why the animal isn't affected by the poison. His mommy explains it's because "it doesn't breath." So Bubby uses some plastic wrap to test his mothers theory. Mommy was wrong and boy has she set herself up for some fun.

In comes Bubbys' long lost father and just when you thought it couldn't get crazier, it will. Bubby takes an opportune moment and does what he should have years before, he gets the fuck out.

As he roams the outside world he gets his first taste of pizza, atheism, the love of a woman who isn't his mother and so much more. The seclusion he faced a large part of his life actually helps him on the outside which I found quit surprising. His mommy really did know what was best for him.

Oh, and one last thing: for this film Cling Wrap is all the rage.