Probably the most infamous of the Masters of Horror releases (getting banned will do that), Takashi Miike’s turn at the wheel is definitely a strange and uncomfortable experience. In the 19th century, an American journalist (a lovely leading role for the much-missed Billy Drago) returns to Japan looking for the strange Japanese woman he loved but abandoned years ago. He promised to return to the love of his life and is now attempting to live up to the promise he made of bringing her home to America, tracking her to an island run by less than savory individuals and surrounded by the bloated corpses of the dead. A deformed prostitute (who may be insane) lets him know the woman he is searching for is dead and he asks her to share her story with him instead of doing the things hookers and their customers do. Unlike most lives of 19th century deformed woman forced into prostitution… it ain’t a happy story. It also fills out the pieces of the puzzle to what happened to the man’s love and holy fuck, it may have been better to just not know. Drowning in sickness, perversion and death, Imprint focuses on physical and mental torture with an upsetting vibe of a corrupted fairytale covered in rot that eventually loses its mind as it reveals what it’s playing after and may be just a bit too stupid to be worth the trip. A visually striking but very ugly (purposefully so) tragedy that sticks with ya no matter how much you wish it wouldn’t. There’s a VD joke in there but I’m too depressed to make it right now.
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