Weekly Dose of Head Trauma: Zebraman

Jen here, finally getting a post up.  In this week's descent into things that make my head cave in, we're going to take a look at a movie I'm actually rather fond of, despite, or perhaps because of it's infinite weirdness.


  American cinema could take lessons from what goes on in the Far East.  Here we are, living our predictable lives watching another generic boomfest when an Asian movie will run past us in a technicolor dream coat, bringing with it perplexed joy and amusement for us confused Americans.  Takashi Miike, who happens to be a favorite of contemporary Asian Director of mine because his movies are mind blowingly awesome is one of those directors who approaches movies as a story-telling medium and, not only that, but he also utilizes it amazingly well.  Zebraman was the first of his works I was exposed to, thanks to a friend who likes to E-mail me movie suggestions, and it's still probably my favorite from him, though The Great Yokai War (another great movie I'll talk about another time) is a close second.


And when I mean good, I mean it's borderline something I shouldn't be able to talk about on a blog segment that will deal mainly with bad movies.  The only legitimate reason for the article being posted is that the movie is just so far out that it somehow sticks the dial on awesome even as it makes parts of your brain short out.






Zebraman reminds me a great deal of Neverending Story, Stardust and Princess Bride in that it functions within it's genre, yet it's very tongue and cheek.  Zebraman is about a guy who's wife is cheating on him, his kids don't respect him, has a job where he's not respected or noticed, and his only joy is dressing up like the superhero from an old obscure 70s show and pretending to attack his pillows.  He is both a satire on the fan culture that the internet perpetuates, where adults can sit and argue about whether He-man would kick Thundarr the Barbarian's ass until they're about to pass out, and a fan fulfillment.  He gets to become Zebraman, a reward for never letting go of the childishness most people try to shed (The Great Yokai War also deals with this theme).




There's also a lot of scenes that point out the functional retardedness of superheroes.  There's scenes with Zebraman running up to a lady being mugged or peeking from behind the snack food isle at the Japanese equivalent of a 7-11.  Even the victims in trouble stop and stare at him, because well, he's a grown man running around in a black and while Zebra superhero costume.  It reminds us of why many superheroes have a nocturnal regiment; it doesn't matter how badass you are, you're still a guy in a goofy costume.  I mean, just look at Superman, it's amazing he's never been laughed out Metropolis (Of course Superman's kind of a DICK so that might be why no one's laughed at his red sew on boots and matching undies outside his clothes).


It's a quirky watch and one I recommend to people when they ask for a movie suggestion simply because one has to experience it for the sheer uniqueness of the experience. 


Black and White Ecstacy, baby.  Shine on, Zebraman.


Jenna Darknight


(the images used here were used for non profit reasons and belong to  Takashi Miike and the people who made this amazing fim...who are nice people and don't want to sue me.)

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