So, this blog of mine – being the most secluded, undisturbed corner of the web I have right now, has become a home of sorts for the weirdness I find on the web.
Today, I found about a movie, actually a series of movies, about seppuku. Not the Samurai edition, either. It’s called Onna Harakiri Sange, and you can find a review by Cris Mayo here.
Seppuku: (Japan) ritual suicide by self-disembowelment on a sword; practiced by warriors in the traditional Japanese society
Excerpt from the review:
Seppuku was a code followed by samurai warriors to avoid the shame of falling into enemy hands. The Daimyo (or feudal lords) could also order samurai to commit seppuku. Dishonorable samurai were sometimes allowed to choose seppuku rather than face a disgraceful death by a normal manner of execution. The purpose of the act of seppuku was designed to protect and restore the honor of the samurai warrior.
Seppuku lives on today throughout Japanese cinema, from sick fetish films to Yakuza crime. While the films predominantly do not showcase the ritual suicide of samurai, as it stands, Seppuku is shown as more of a fetishism within modern Japanese culture. A prime example of this can be found in Fuji Kikaku’s presentation of Ah-01: Onna Harakiri: Sange, produced by Right Brain.
Disturbing images other than the review.
This, of course, is not for office or people around you consumption.
Apart from the fact that I love fucking with your brain, this is also a internet bit rich with potential for discussion.
I mean, think about it. This is an age where I order movies from Japanese and Hong Kong websites with more ease than I can buy vegetables for cooking. This is an age where I can chat with a reasonable Japanese person online and find out about his cultural foundings, and publish the opinions as fact on a blog as consequential as the next Mallika Sherawat kiss-count. So what, people, is the cultural reason for this movie to exist? This is definitely not porn, these are legitimate art forms where the director wants to convey… something. I am at a loss to figure out what, however.
Anyways, my good deed for the day is done; I will bombard your senses with more perverse simulants another time.
