San Francisco, CA 94115
Region: Japantown/Pacific Heights
In a broken world not unlike our own, the state corrals a group of teenagers into a tightly controlled terrain and compels them to murder one another with an assortment of weapons until there's a sole survivor. Such is the plot of Hollywood's second-highest-grossing film of 2012, but also of a 12-year-old genre mash-up from Japan, which receives its belated theatrical premiere just in time to stoke side-by-side comparisons. (Author Suzanne Collins says she encountered 2000's Battle Royale only after completing The Hunger Games, published in 2008.) Yet pitting one apocalyptic teen-massacre exploitation against the other tends to break down into biases of taste and gender: Where the American product gets branded as melodramatic and soft on violence -- read: feminine -- Battle Royale is celebrated for its dark humor and unrestrained brutality. Writer-director Kinji Fukasaku finds the overlap between teenage dreams and nightmares, between first love and the terror of extinction. "You're so cute," a boy confesses to the girl who just shot him, while another coed shrugs away her sudden bloodthirstiness: "Why not kill? Everyone has their issues." After a masterful establishing scene in which former teacher Mr. Kitano (an exquisitely self-parodying Takeshi Kitano) lectures on the rules of engagement, Fukasaku's narrative jerks forth in rhyme with the action, inserting schmaltzy flashbacks for previously underdeveloped characters right before wasting them away. Masamichi Amano's swollen-stringed romantic score, set against the ultra-violence, might be the film's most perverse play. It might suit a certain worldview, but Battle Royale's cynicism is still a form of fantasy -- a balm as well as a bomb.
Aug. 10-16, 2012