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Suicide Club
*1/2
Reviewed by Lee Shoquist
Suicide Club begins with an outrageous scene - 54 young Japanese schoolgirls playfully throwing themselves in front of a speeding subway train, graphically butchered and splattered to hell to exaggerated comic sequence reminiscent of the energy director Peter Jackson brought to his manic cult-horror comedy, Dead Alive, nearly a decade ago.
But as body after body piles up and a beleaguered investigator attempts to unravel the mystery behind the matter, the film just gets sillier, more unbelievable and less compelling as it goes.
On and on it goes, as dozens of suicides occur and rubbery body parts explode across the screen, with none of it very funny, scary or interesting. Suicide Club aims to be a satirical horror comedy about teen suicide, but it winds up as a strained and outrageously amateurish film, without an idea in its head on the order of Michael Lehmann's superb teen film Heathers, which satirized, in a different way, the joys of teenaged death.
Suicide Club fails to even justify its own loopy premise - a rash of teen suicides triggered by a twisted internet site, or um, a pre-pubescent pop group - and ends up a silly mishmash of styles, genres, disconnected themes and no resolution. Loaded with blood, mayhem and brutality - all of it played lightly and for laughs - Suicide Club is a movie that's probably trying to make a statement about teens and suicide, at least evidenced by its corny and pat suggestion to "connect with yourself."
Just as we saw recently in the low-grade American thriller Fear Dot Com, that evil entity - the Internet - is on the loose again. Only this time it also seems to be working in conjunction with the innocuous music of an all-girl band, whose saccharine hit "Mail Me" is really a ruse for a buried web site code…or something like that.
It's never really clear who is behind the phenomenon, but there are at least three or four different endings, so I guess its up to you to decide. Between the body pile-ups, we are treated to a few musical numbers, one of them quite good in its Rocky Horror, ambi-sexual, glam rock way.
A confused mishmash of genres, messages and ideas, Suicide Club throws in everything but the kitchen sink, and ends up like something that should go out with the trash.
99 Minutes
Not Rated
Graphic Violence, Profanity
Japanese with English Subtitles
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