The best film of this type in years. There’s no plot, just a premise. A Ju-on is a vengeful ghost, who doesn’t seem real picky about who it takes revenge on.
Explosions? Check. Crispin Glover being a damned lunatic? Check. Demi Moore? Check, but not by much. Bernie Mac? Check, but so what? Bernie Mac is a funny man.
There is debate as to whether or not this triumvirate of albums (Pornography, Disintegration, and Bloodflowers) was an intended trilogy, or a coincidence.
All the videos, of course, as well as a whole slew of TV appearances, along with two scrapbooks, and a brief documentary. For Jam geeks, it’s a necessity.
Cronenberg keeps the audience guessing, taking us in and out of Spider’s mind, throwing flashbacks that only truly fall into place during a second viewing.
It doesn’t care if it’s been done before. It has no use for grand statements. Hell, there are times it can’t even be bothered to pay attention to its own plot.