12-27-2016, 11:16 PM
I had a choice between two movies to watch on Christmas eve. One was Man on a String (1960), which would have been a tribute to the Yeti conundrum (do let us know if this joke is getting altogether too drawn out). The other was Pinky Violence -- Criminal Woman: Killing Melody. I chose the latter, because it sounded more Christmassy.
PVCWKM surprised me with the direction it took. It's about a daughter, Maki, who seeks justice after the local Yakuza kills her father. I figured it would be a heartwarming courtroom drama with a lot of cerebral twists and turns throughout, with Maki prevailing in the end by virtue of her superior grasp of the finer points of law. But movie titles can can be so deceiving, and son of a gun if she isn't suddenly marching into the Yakuzi enclave armed only with a knife and a wardrobe-malfunction-prone dress; and soon as a skunk on stilts she's relieved of her knife, dress and virginity (presuming she had any to start with). To top off her rather bad day, she manages to kill a low-ranking yakuza and is given a three-year prison sentence for murder.
So now we're in women in prison land, a subject I have some familiarity with, having watched a few hundred of such films. Now, in prison, female bonding takes on an odd valence; it becomes a rather strange ritual. There's wrestling matches with hair-pulling and bodice-ripping and even some smoochy-smoochies, as well as glass-shard fights and other visceral howdy-dos, and in-between all this mayhem there are pout-bouts, where two ladies give each other the stink eye in extreme close-up (filmed in mascara-vision).
But female bonding in prison does work; it just takes a long while. And when Maki and all her prison mates eventually get out of prison, they decide to go into business together. And what better business model is there than prostitution. Before long they've got themselves a big stack of bills and a chance to improve their lot in life.
Now, at this point I figured the ladies would at least take the opportunity to step up their wardrobes. They could certainly use some brassieres, for sure, not to mention outfits with decent zippers and buttons that don't come undone at hint of a sneeze. Imagine my surprise when, after a whole-day shopping spree, they return to their hideout and open a box that's filled with -- wait for it -- hand grenades and machine guns.
Hand grenades and machine guns? I'm going to stop calling them ladies.
And so it goes. These gals take on two yakuza gangs, pitting them against each other at first, then just fucking dealing with them straight up, ending in a maelstrom of, uh, well, you know, I'm not quite remembering how it ended. Something got resolved, I'm pretty sure of that.
Anyway, hope all had a merry Christmas.
PVCWKM surprised me with the direction it took. It's about a daughter, Maki, who seeks justice after the local Yakuza kills her father. I figured it would be a heartwarming courtroom drama with a lot of cerebral twists and turns throughout, with Maki prevailing in the end by virtue of her superior grasp of the finer points of law. But movie titles can can be so deceiving, and son of a gun if she isn't suddenly marching into the Yakuzi enclave armed only with a knife and a wardrobe-malfunction-prone dress; and soon as a skunk on stilts she's relieved of her knife, dress and virginity (presuming she had any to start with). To top off her rather bad day, she manages to kill a low-ranking yakuza and is given a three-year prison sentence for murder.
So now we're in women in prison land, a subject I have some familiarity with, having watched a few hundred of such films. Now, in prison, female bonding takes on an odd valence; it becomes a rather strange ritual. There's wrestling matches with hair-pulling and bodice-ripping and even some smoochy-smoochies, as well as glass-shard fights and other visceral howdy-dos, and in-between all this mayhem there are pout-bouts, where two ladies give each other the stink eye in extreme close-up (filmed in mascara-vision).
But female bonding in prison does work; it just takes a long while. And when Maki and all her prison mates eventually get out of prison, they decide to go into business together. And what better business model is there than prostitution. Before long they've got themselves a big stack of bills and a chance to improve their lot in life.
Now, at this point I figured the ladies would at least take the opportunity to step up their wardrobes. They could certainly use some brassieres, for sure, not to mention outfits with decent zippers and buttons that don't come undone at hint of a sneeze. Imagine my surprise when, after a whole-day shopping spree, they return to their hideout and open a box that's filled with -- wait for it -- hand grenades and machine guns.
Hand grenades and machine guns? I'm going to stop calling them ladies.
And so it goes. These gals take on two yakuza gangs, pitting them against each other at first, then just fucking dealing with them straight up, ending in a maelstrom of, uh, well, you know, I'm not quite remembering how it ended. Something got resolved, I'm pretty sure of that.
Anyway, hope all had a merry Christmas.
I'm nobody's pony.