Every so often, a cinematic or literary genre or subgenre that
usually consists in the realms of cult appreciation will find itself, usually
after a particular entry into their ranks hits it big, enjoying what we call a “boom.”
Audiences and publishers and studios are suddenly hungry beyond reason for more
of this stuff that six minutes ago they barely even knew existed. As you might
expect, this consequence has its ups and downs. The worst of the downs is that
the world is suddenly awash in, say, ironic heist and hitman movies following
the release of Reservoir Dogs and Pulp Fiction, or teenage angst
horror after Stephen King’s Carrie was published in 1974. Which
would obviously be fine if all of this
stuff was good, but of course it never is. So eventually it all crashes
down and people get sick of heist films. On the plus side, while the boom is in
full swing, really good, interesting stuff that couldn’t get a look in
yesterday suddenly finds a gap in the fence and slips through. Would we have One
False Move without Pulp Fiction? It’s possible we
wouldn’t. And I feel certain that without Stephen King and Rosemary’s Baby and The
Exorcist and The Other, there’s no way writers
like T.E.D. Klein and Karl Edward Wagner would have received the kind of mass
market publication they did. It’s a fair trade, in my view.
Back in the early 2000s, one of these booms occurred in the
film world when – and as near as I can tell this was the locus, but it’s
possible I wasn’t paying attention to other factors – The Ring, Gore Verbinski’s
remake of Hideo Nakata’s Ringu from 1998 became a huge
success. And so now, everybody wanted to see more Asian horror, specifically
Japanese horror, so much so that amongst nerds it was even given the stupid
nickname “J-horror.” In America, this wave of Asian horror more often than not,
it seems to me, took the form of Hollywood remakes, because, hell, that’s what
got us here in the first place. Hence your Dark Waters starring your Jennifers
Connelly and your The Grudges starring your Sarahs Michelle Gellar and whatnot.
It did also create a market in the US for the real thing, however, and whatever
expected downside that went along with it, there were also some really terrific
movies that were suddenly readily available. Including that which has brought
us here today, Kiyoshi Kurosawa’s Pulse, from 2001, one of the great
horror films of the new century. I’m sure Pulse would exist with or without The
Ring. I’m just not sure when we would have been able to see it.
Pulse, which has just been released in a deluxe Blu-ray edition
from Arrow Films, has a structure that is not unheard of in traditional
narrative filmmaking, but is definitely unusual in the horror genre: two sets
of characters, unknown to each other, have similar strange, terrifying
experiences and one or more members of each group try to find out what’s going
on, until their investigations bring them into contact with each other. Whether
or not, ultimately, this contact does anybody any good.
In one group, three employees at a greenhouse/nursery notice
that another co-worker, Taguchi (Kenji Mizuhashi) hasn’t been seen in a while,
nor has he contacted them about an important project he’s working on. One
co-worker, Michi (Kumiko Aso), goes to Taguchi’s apartment. He’s there, but
during Michi’s visit he commits suicide. The computer disk containing the
project he’d been working on is pored over by Michi and her friends Junko
(Kurume Arisaka) and Yabe (Masatoshi Matsuo). On the disc, they find ghostly
images in photographs of Taguchi’s apartment, and when Michi returns there she
finds a weird black stain on the wall against which Taguchi hanged himself.
Meanwhile, a young man named Ryosuke (Haruhiko Kato) takes
his first tentative steps towards exploring the then-new Internet. After signing
up with a provider, a website opens automatically, on its own. The site shows
various people, their faces obscured, in dark rooms. The people are unmoving,
or they move with eerie repetitiousness. Unnerved, Ryosuke seeks help at a computer
lab at the university he attends. A computer science graduate student named
Haure (Koyuki) takes interest in his problem and agrees to help. As the film
progresses, characters will find a slip of paper on which is written “The
Forbidden Room,” they will encounter ghosts in rooms whose doors are bordered
by red tape, and they will hear, and entertain, theories about ghosts pushing
their way into the physical world. And these characters will become depressed,
and they will begin to feel hopeless. Michi will witness another suicide.
Kurosawa’s ghosts are hazy, slow, terrifying entities. Some
are seen more clearly than others, and some perhaps can’t be seen more clearly – one is a walking shadow whose limbs
move in loping arcs, another is a black outline seen from a distance in a
library, who flees, or disappears, when Ryosuke approaches. This is quite a
scene, not just for the imagery, but because it leads Ryosuke to meet a university
student who explains his theory that spirits are using technology (specifically
the internet, it should be clear by now) to enter the world of the living. The
scene isn’t fascinating because of the theory, necessarily, but because the
student is moved to tell it when he notices that Ryosuke has seen the ghost.
He, the student, has been seeing them around campus, which led him to the
theory. But it’s the matter-of-fact way the topic is broached, both visually
and through dialogue, that makes it obvious, if it wasn’t already, that Pulse
is a ghost story like no other. The ghost Ryosuke sees is simply among the stacks in
the library. It’s notable as a presence not because of what it’s doing, but
because a pitch-black thing in the shape of a human shouldn’t be there.
The table has been set for this kind of off-hand way (and
all the more chilling because of that) Kurosawa introduces his supernatural
elements by showing Michi, Yabe, and Junko react to Taguchi’s suicide as
something that not only should be put behind them instantly, but can be. Michi has to work harder to
shake off what she saw, and what, when you get right down to it, must be a loss
to her personally (the implication is that she was friends with Taguchi, that
they all were) than Junko does, and maybe, finally she doesn’t. Maybe she only
acts like she does. If that’s the case, the path she walks, as opposed to those
down which Junko and Yabe go, is different for a reason. She’s more aware. She’s
more awake as a human being.
This is perhaps what plagues everyone in Pulse:
that they are human beings. I’ve seen the argument made, and made recently,
that Kurosawa really blows the lid off the internet with this film, that he had
its dangers pinned down while the rest of us were still marveling at its
limitless newness, but not only am I not convinced that he makes his case, I’m
not convinced his primary concern was to make one in the first place. The
danger of Pulse, the weapon that is used against us, is loneliness, that
most human and effortlessly acquired of diseases. This is not the worst thing
that the internet has afflicted on the world by any means, at least as I see it
in 2017. What the internet achieves as a device in Pulse is a representation
of and a portal into the unknown (and a portal out of the unknown). As one character after another faces the
unknown directly – not death exactly, or not merely death, but whatever death
is prologue to – the realization of their aloneness begins to metastasize. Not
so glib about death now, are you, Junko? So the internet isn’t the internet:
the internet is death. Which, okay Kiyoshi Kurosawa, that’s a fair point.
Gradually, Pulse turns apocalyptic. It seems to
be, at once literally and metaphorically, an apocalypse of suicides. As the
film moves along towards its end, it begins to depopulate. By which I don’t
mean that the characters we know begin to die off, though that happens as well.
Rather, even in a film that has never been teeming with background extras, the
spaces through which Kurosawa’s people and camera move become undeniably
emptier. And then any doubt about this is removed, but it’s remarkable how
Kurosawa gets this across before being blatant about it. Pulse is a movie whose
narrative momentum is built around a process of slow removal. Unavoidably, the
film gets lonelier and lonelier.
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