Kiyoshi Kurosawa’s Japanese masterpiece is a real mixed bag that I'm not entirely sure I completely understood! Armed with notes from other reviewers, I think I might have just about got there. It’s a creepy 'horror' about hypnosis that works on two levels. As we follow the story, we find ourselves sucked in as an audience - it feels as though Kurosawa is hypnotising us, too!
Some Spoilers ahead - but not too many!
Horror it might be, but daft jump-scares there are not. Instead, the film relies on a slow-burn tension with shocks scattered throughout. The characters succumb to the will of a 19th-century 'mesmerism' that has been passed down, lurking inside human carriers and vessels to stay alive. We know almost from the beginning who the current 'carrier' is - an unsuspecting, kindly family finds him wandering on a beach, seemingly lost with no memory of who he is. They take him in to help, only to become his first victims.
The strength of the storytelling lies in how the mystery unfolds, feeding us small pieces of information at a perfect pace. Our carrier is the enigmatic Mr Mamiya and Detective Takabe is hot on his trail from early on. Takabe fails to realise the danger he is in as Mamiya hypnotises various people into committing grizzly, violent crimes against poor, unsuspecting innocent folk.
Takabe’s own life is falling apart at the seams. His wife suffers from severe mental health problems - and the more this case gets under his skin, the more irrational and anxious he becomes. While he struggles to care for his wife at home, he is baffled by how Mamiya operates - especially when the man is locked in a cell! He persists, and alongside his colleagues, begins to unpick the mystery - though the body count rises faster than they can find answers.
The hypnotised killers carry out gruesome murders but have no memory of their actions. This makes the investigation exceptionally difficult for Takabe. Since the killers don’t hide their deeds and are easily caught, they have nothing to tell him, causing the detective further frustration. The only consistency is a large "X" carved into the victims' upper torsos - a chilling calling card!
Mamiya, a former psychology student, appears to have only sketchy knowledge of his own actions, at least in the first half of the film, displaying genuine amnesia. The mesmerism makes use of repetitive sounds - water droplets or the rhythmic flicking of a cigarette lighter - which form a core part of the soundtrack, effectively getting under the viewers' skins as well.
The film serves as a kind of commentary on the thin skin of modern civilisation. It suggests that the "cure" Mamiya offers is actually a release from the suffocating politeness and repressed rage of everyday life. By stripping away his victims' identities, Mamiya isn't just killing people, he is "freeing" them from the burden of being human. This philosophical dread lingers long after the credits roll, making the mundane sounds of the city feel suddenly threatening. (Clever Gemma's summary!)
That is probably enough spoilers for now, leaving enough unsaid to enjoy the rest of the film's near 2 hour runtime, but that is the flavour of the setup. Kōji Yakusho is excellent as Takabe - convincing as the man falling apart, Masato Hagiwara is chillingly portrayed and well detached as Mamiya and the supporting cast playing the ordinary people who suddenly turn to violence are believable too.
Dark, surreal and eerily shot, the cinematography keeps us on our toes, blurring the lines between what is real and what is imagined. As you would expect, the finale is shocking and well worth the wait. In terms of atmosphere and style, the film feels like a blend of Se7en (1995) and The Silence of the Lambs (1991), probably more so the former for the slow-burn and a couple of other reasons! It is a real treat - track it down.






