Ring (1998)
If there's any particular form of political messaging or critique surrounding some aspect of Japanese society present in Ring, it is completely lost on me. Is Ring about the Japanese education system and its failure to provide intellectual liberation and how it instead functions to produce ideal workers for industrial society. Probably not. I severely doubt it. There's no way it could be. What I'm really saying is that Ring is a film that I engaged with as a piece of horror and not in any way outside of that, not that in any way that's a bad thing.
The story predominantly follows Reiko Asakawa, a single mother and journalist investigating a rash of bizarre deaths surrounding the viewing of a supposedly haunted VHS tape which kills whoever sees it after a week. Any doubt she has surrounding the veracity of these claims is quickly cut to pieces after the death of her niece and its connection to the tape. After finding a copy of the tape herself and viewing it, it's then watched by her ex-husband, and then her son. What proceeds is an investigation over the course of a week to learn the truth of the haunted tape, it's origins, and how to overcome the evil that lies within it.
I feel very strongly that as a piece of horror Ring lived up to the hype. What I personally appreciated most was the structure of the narrative. Ring as a story is rather decentralized. While everything emanates from a single source, the tape, the various mysteries that surround it are each respectively compelling and while they're concise they also leave considerable space for speculation and many unanswered questions. Something that's often frustrated me while watching certain American horror films is that the direction of the plot can tends towards the obtuse with long drawn out periods of mystery suddenly interrupted by long sequences focused entirely on the horror. The horror in ring is present throughout the film. The investigation surrounding the tape is punctuated frequently by visions or interactions with the forces that surround the tape. The, now iconic, main antagonist isn't even named till nearly halfway through the film. Sadako to me was an especially compelling antagonist, what seemed like simply a story of tragedy and betrayal enacted upon a young girl is revealed to be something deeper, a story of inhuman hatred drawn from a place of eldritch power.
I feel something should be made clear. Sadako can almost certainly be easily defeated. Yes, she can kill using a VHS tape bound to her hatred. Yes, there are ways that she's able to manipulate reality. And yes, her father may be an incomprehensibly ancient and powerful elder thing of the sea. However, she's a child. I have yet to be defeated by a child and would not no matter how much she crawls along the ground or stares at me very angrily.
Here's how I would defeat Sadako:
If I were say in Japan and found a mysterious blank VHS tape that I thought might be an episode of Lupin The Third and found myself suddenly cursed, my instinct would not be to go to the local library and start sorting through microfiche. The first mistake that Reiko and Ryuji made were trying to go it alone. I would immediately look for an Onmyoji in the local phone book since this is quite exactly their area of expertise. After agreeing to pay him in a crate of Captain Morgan's rum he would help divine for me exactly what I have to do, which if I had to guess would take me about a day and simply point me in the direction of the well. This would leave me with a good 5 or 6 days to try to sort out how to destroy a piece of private property in order to extricate some bones.
At this point I imagine myself and the Onymoji would be at a loss for what to do next so I'd start calling universities around the area and see if I could pick up on anyone researching the Ring phenomenon. After finding a nearby folklorist we'd show him the contents of the tape with his consent and full understanding of what would occur and then he'd suggest we pose as land surveyors to dig up the well on the property. We'd rent an excavator and dig up that bag of bones. While at this point 3 or so days would remain with Sadako free it would become clear that the curse still persisted.
The Folklorist reflecting on an internship spent interviewing the locals of Oshima island during his time in college would recall mysterious runes he saw carved into rocks facing the sea which the elders he met claimed to protect them and the island from whatever lurks in the ocean near their home. With this key piece of information in hand the final plan would come to be. On the last day while waiting for Sadako the Onmyoji would paint my body completely with the symbol of protection of Oshima Island and once Sadako emerged from the television the battle would begin. Her stupid glare wouldn't work on me (I'm not afraid of eye contact) so I'd pick her up and spin her above my head and then drag her across the dining table knocking off all the plates.
With Sadako enraged I'd flee the scene and a high speed chase would ensue. After 15 minutes of driving through sidewalks, blasting through red lights, and finally launching the car off a ramp I would arrive at Tokyo Bay. Sadako would attempt to go for a right hook but I'd dodge, I would then deliver my signature Ephemeral Destruction Paradise Reclamation Clothesline attack which with the power of the protective runes would cast out Sadako's evil returning it to the sea at Tokyo Bay. Now a regular teenage girl Sadako would want what any young girl long denied love and understanding and constantly shunned truly would: a shopping spree at the mall and a makeover.
After getting the leeches combed out of her hair and a new outfit we'd all go out to karaoke where we'd learn that Sadako's singing voice is incredible due to all the time she had practicing while stuck in the well. She'd be discovered by a record label and become a pop star with her hit single うしのどきBOOGIE. Out of thanks for everything she'd occasionally send me one of her royalty checks.
DUDE I WISH I CAME ACROSS THIS WHEN I WAS DOING COMMENTS THIS WOULD HAVE BEEN THE HIGHLIGHT OF MY SEMESTER
















