Onna jigoku: Mori wa nureta

An astonishingly uncompromising film that begins innocently enough (or seems to) and descends (or ascends, depending on your viewpoint) to truly Sadean levels of depravity, with much glee. It appears that a wrongly accused young girl is being rescued by a pair of wealthy hoteliers but not so. Hatsuo Yamaya plays the husband and main man and it is such a ferocious performance. The wife and two housemaids are at the whim of this cruel man. I say 'cruel' but everybody seems to enjoy everything so maybe not. Anyway one of his little party pieces after dinner is to hoist the three women's garments up over their heads and then when they are bare bottomed give them a little scratch or cut with a knife from the table. This is nothing to what goes on in a wild sexual melee which takes up the last quarter of the film. I have used the word 'uncompromising' but in fact during the sex and violence scenes, so annoyed was the director with the censor's insistence on not showing pubic hair, that he creates great big black boxes on the screen to more than cover any offending glimpse but also to let it be known how stupid he feels the censorship to be. Indeed with the degree of s&v on display the prohibition on pubic hair does seem vaguely ridiculous.

English title: Woods are Wet. In the 1930's a woman is escaping town, after having been accused of killing her Mistress. She is given a ride by another woman that manages a hotel in the mountains and offers to let her stay a few days. It quickly turns out the hotel is run by that woman and her husband who rob and kill people that stay there. They insist she will participate and are keeping her against her will.

The story is loosely based on the Marquise De Sade's novel Justine. This is is a Pink Eiga film but the nudity & sex starts after the first third of the story. Some of the sex scenes are not consensual. There is plenty of sex scenes tho non-explicit thereafter though most are integral to the story & characters. Nudity is almost exclusively breasts. My blue ray at times has large black boxes or blobs to cover any (I think) butts or pubic hair. These can be obnoxious & distracting. Not sure why they're there because in 1973 they wouldn't have filmed anything and the men were almost always wearing underwear during the sex scenes. I don't recommend buying the blue ray because of this.

The acting is very, very good. I will particularly say Rie Nakagawa who plays the wife was outstanding. She always has the right facial expression & body movement for the scene. The script had some creative ideas. The direction was good as most of the film had a good flow where when I thought a fast-forward was needed, they moved on to something new.

I normally need more story to enjoy these movies. Yet I found almost the entire film engaging. Some of the little creative things helped even some slow moving scenes be more interesting. I'd definitely recommend this film for fans of Pink Eiga.

Any regular fewer of pink cinema will likely be sadly familiar with Japanese visual censorship, namely the blurs known colloquially as beaver blockers. Japan was for centuries known for its erotic art with classics such as tentacle fetish originator The Dream of the Fisherman's Wife but there came a time where it was decided it should clean up its image, some time around the turn of the 20th century or thereabouts, which led to the aforementioned beaver blockers. Its possible that these restrictions actually influenced the creative marvels behind some of the best of pink cinema, but that's another story, what's at issue here is a potentially great film screwed over by frustration. Writer/director Tatsumi Kumashiro has crafted here a delightful Sadean tale of a young innocent's corruption, of rape, bondage, death and even philosophizing, but he fists up the most significant segment in cocking a snook at the censors. Instead of discreet blurs or hiding action behind convenient furniture or drapery, Woods Are Wet uses the less intuitive tactic of putting socking great black blocks or blobs over any patch of image that might conceivably have been censored. At first the film cuts out whole portions of the screen, censoring with a certain amusing style, but when the film gets into its crucial sex and bondage session the whole screen is invaded by an array of blacks, really spoiling the scene. I get the intention, the raised middle finger at a requirement that not merely hides obscenity but violates the integrity of the image itself and so abuses cinema as a whole, but I would really have preferred something more subtle. Plus on various occasions the boxes seem to obscure that which wouldn't even have been censor worthy, just to make a point. I believe that's called cutting off your dick to spite your face, or maybe overkill. Still, if you can get over the (for me considerable) irritation this is generally a neat film. Slow burning, at first stilted but building to a considerable head of erotic menace before getting heavy, with a trio of fine performances at the middle (Hiroyoko Isayama as our unfortunate innocent, Rie Nakagawa as her sultry and duplicitous rescuer, Hatsuo Yamaya as the films twisted heart), this is solid stuff. Things are all pretty dark owing to being set in a hotel with no electricity but the gloom works well and some of the lighting is stylish, with the erotic scenes nicely done and the direction is unflashy but on the money. I can't say as I was convinced by the arguments proposed in favour of sadism but they at least ring true to the self rationalising psychology of the smartly sick so I wasn't too put off by the slightly glib statements, some may be more irked than I though. Those darn boxes are the main problem, they made me really freakin' mad and frankly if you can get over them you can probably get over anything (though I do have an extremely short fuse when I can't see sleaze properly). A possibly generous 5/10, worth a peek at least for pink enthusiasts but take my warning.