
1977 · Nobuhiko Obayashi
For a midnight-movie mood: when you want something wild to watch with friends, laugh at, gasp at, and talk about after — a cult experience more than a scare-delivery machine.
A schoolgirl nicknamed Gorgeous, missing her late mother, takes six friends — with attribute names like Kung Fu and Melody — to visit her aunt's remote country mansion for the summer. The house, it turns out, has opinions of its own. What follows is a haunted-house movie staged like a fever dream inside a candy box: part horror, part slapstick, part pop-art collage.
Utterly unhinged and grinning about it — painted skies, cartoon logic, a lullaby piano score that curdles mid-phrase — funny and unsettling in the same breath, with a strange melancholy humming underneath the candy colors. It moves fast and never stops surprising you.
Nobuhiko Obayashi came from experimental film and TV advertising, and he empties his entire toolkit onto the screen — iris wipes, crude animation, collaged mattes, deliberately fake backdrops — with the artificiality as the point, a pop surface over a genuine undertow of wartime grief from a director raised in Hiroshima. He built it partly from his young daughter's ideas about what's frightening, which explains its dream-of-childhood logic. Gorgeous with a crowd and a good sound system.
Shrugged off by Japanese critics in 1977 while young audiences flocked, it grew into one of world cinema's great cult objects and a foundational text for horror-comedy and maximalist genre filmmaking.
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Toho asked Nobuhiko Obayashi for a Japanese Jaws; he consulted his young daughter Chigumi about what frightened her, and delivered a haunted-house film like a fever dream staged inside a candy box. Seven schoolgirls with attribute names — Gorgeous, Kung Fu, Melody, and company — visit a remote aunt's mansion, which begins, in ways no synopsis should preview, to express opinions of its own. Obayashi came from experimental film and television advertising, and he throws every trick in his kit at the screen: painted skies, iris wipes, crude animation, collaged mattes, a piano score that curdles mid-lullaby. The deliberate artificiality is the point — a pop surface over a genuine undertow of wartime loss, from a director raised in Hiroshima whose entire career circled that wound. Japanese critics shrugged in 1977 while young audiences flocked; three decades later a Janus Films tour and Criterion release turned it into a beloved cult object abroad. Its shrieking, kaleidoscopic maximalism has never really been imitated, because it couldn't be.
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