In Feudal Japan, a samurai named Taro heads out to the fabled Agi Bridge to dispel the rumors of a mountain demon claiming residence. It’s all due to the sinister schemes of a few ass-bags who lust after the man’s wife. Taro heads out on his Lord’s best horse, despite his wife’s warning of some dreams that spoke of an ill fate for the man she loves. Taro comes face to face with the dreaded apparition but manages to make it home. He and his wife’s relief is short-lived, as the demon shows up in the form of his brother and eventually bites Taro’s head off after transforming into its true slimy and monstrous form. The Lord decides the best course of action is to destroy the evil and commands his men to hunt the demon down… a task that is easier said than done. It is a shockingly beautiful presentation for something that draws filmmaking parallels to the quickly approaching cheap-looking V-cinema vibes, nodding to the beautiful early days of eerie Japanese horror but not forgetting the splattery nightmares that it’s decade of release we’re so damn keen on. Solid ground becomes unattainable as nightmare and reality blur together and all hell breaks loose.
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