The main character in this thing is so dumb, and others so simplistically motivated, that the whole plot would appear to play out in some neglected village for the mentally incompetent. What girl, threatened with rape would flee a morning rush-hour sidewalk to race back to her apartment elevator through one doorway after another with a rapist on her heels? What terrified girl would not mention a word of her distress to another workaday girl leaving the apartment just as she passes? What girl would not at least scream for help? Then, after raping her - once he's awoken from a long gratifying sleep, while the victim has sat totally free, but anxiety-stricken on the bed - the villain threatens to shame her if she doesn't cooperate - by distributing some grainy pictures he's printed off a bubblejet. And if the threat alone wasn't stupid enough (i.e., distributing proof of his own guilt), he indeed wanders into the apartment hallway stark naked and starts stuffing the prints in the hallway mail boxes. The girl, terrified of embarrassment or loss of face, does not simply lock her door behind the idiot and call for the men in white coats to come pick him up, or even the police (heaven forbid), but is so shamed she leads him back in for more.
Now if the above isn't mind-twisting enough, imagine the girl heading off to work the next day and taking extreme care that no one suspect that a rapist has taken over her apartment and enslaved her.
In fact, the actress should feel an embarrassment almost as extreme as the character, and I can't but wonder if the men in white coats haven't reclaimed the director.
Enough. There's no plot to spoil. And the action - if we can jokingly call it that - is so slow moving it elevates the stupidity of this flick to a monumental stature, squelching any potential for slapstick - it's about as fast-moving as Claire's Knee or Ma Nuit Chez Maude. The girl can't even kill intelligently - no knife, no poison, though she's cooking for him - she kills her first man with a blow on the head from one-quart plastic water bottle! I recommend - if you really MUST see this flick - that it be viewed fast forward at at least 30X. Don't worry, you'll still find it yawningly slow. But about mid-way into it, you may come to suspect, as I did in a kind of weak "ah-hah experience", that this is apparently a simplistic sex flick and we men are supposed to be excited at watching an imbecilic main character get raped. Indeed, as the "action" progresses from dumb to dumber, the viewer is rewarded with more and more nude shower scenes. It might have been immensely better if the director and scene writer had stripped and gotten in with her and begun howling with laughter - something a la Mel Brooks, with song and dance. But no, this dud "baka na" crew takes itself seriously. What sheer stupidity!
Japan can and does produce good flicks - at least I still try to keep the faith... What a shame the good ones are unavailable in Zone 1 or 2, i.e., sold only in Zone 3 DVDs out of Japan, with $20 shipping costs and no subtitles. Who knows... maybe this Freeze Me flick is a for-export-only product and the director thinks the whole non-Japanese world is peopled with idiots. If so, I won't comment in regard to his judgment.
This deserves about a "zero", or a minus-something, if that would stop the dummies who made this, though they probably aren't capable of any other employment.
Now if the above isn't mind-twisting enough, imagine the girl heading off to work the next day and taking extreme care that no one suspect that a rapist has taken over her apartment and enslaved her.
In fact, the actress should feel an embarrassment almost as extreme as the character, and I can't but wonder if the men in white coats haven't reclaimed the director.
Enough. There's no plot to spoil. And the action - if we can jokingly call it that - is so slow moving it elevates the stupidity of this flick to a monumental stature, squelching any potential for slapstick - it's about as fast-moving as Claire's Knee or Ma Nuit Chez Maude. The girl can't even kill intelligently - no knife, no poison, though she's cooking for him - she kills her first man with a blow on the head from one-quart plastic water bottle! I recommend - if you really MUST see this flick - that it be viewed fast forward at at least 30X. Don't worry, you'll still find it yawningly slow. But about mid-way into it, you may come to suspect, as I did in a kind of weak "ah-hah experience", that this is apparently a simplistic sex flick and we men are supposed to be excited at watching an imbecilic main character get raped. Indeed, as the "action" progresses from dumb to dumber, the viewer is rewarded with more and more nude shower scenes. It might have been immensely better if the director and scene writer had stripped and gotten in with her and begun howling with laughter - something a la Mel Brooks, with song and dance. But no, this dud "baka na" crew takes itself seriously. What sheer stupidity!
Japan can and does produce good flicks - at least I still try to keep the faith... What a shame the good ones are unavailable in Zone 1 or 2, i.e., sold only in Zone 3 DVDs out of Japan, with $20 shipping costs and no subtitles. Who knows... maybe this Freeze Me flick is a for-export-only product and the director thinks the whole non-Japanese world is peopled with idiots. If so, I won't comment in regard to his judgment.
This deserves about a "zero", or a minus-something, if that would stop the dummies who made this, though they probably aren't capable of any other employment.