I almost stood up and cheered during
The Killer
when the antagonist/protagonist got so damned intertwined. It was like subtext coming out of the closet, and looking derisively back at the American movies still hiding in the shadows.
But we've had Angel since then, so it's okay.
I wouldn't say the genre doesn't know it's OTT. I think OTT is in the genre. It'd be like wondering if the opera singers knew they were singing so loud.
Ultimate Asian OTT: Ricky-O. He pulls somebodys guts out and strangles them with their own viscera.
I've never seen it, but isn't that just one moment of many in Ricky-O that's ultimate OTT? I know the head smashing (one guy bringing his fists together and making the other guy's head explode ala Scanners) that used by on the Kilborn era Daily Show "Five Questions" segment is from that movie. And wasn't there also something about a giant industrial meat grinder?
I wouldn't say the genre doesn't know it's OTT. I think OTT is in the genre. It'd be like wondering if the opera singers knew they were singing so loud.
This is how I've always felt about it.
I saw Black Cat, or at least part of it, at Dragoncon.(They had a HK movie room) My own OTT-o-meter went off after the wedding massacre.
Well, crap. I just found out that I'm going to have to see Uwe Boll's House of the Dead 2 after all, as Mike Massa is doing the stunts and Rob Hall the makeup. Knowing that sequels are usually mere shadows of the original films, where does that put us with House of the Dead as the starting point in quality?
The Onion reviews The Apple: [link]
I would just like to point out, from that review, that this:
Vegas-style production numbers (featuring clowns, little people, and/or magicians) are constantly threatening to break out.
happens once. Most of the Vegas-style production numbers are entirely magician/little people/clown-free.
Also from the review, but whitefonted:
Sheybal takes the young lovers to what appears to be a Broadway version of hell, where Stewart is serenaded by a strapping, g-string-clad fellow who sings the immortal couplet "It's a natural, natural, natural desire / To meet an actual, actual, actual vampire." Gilmour experiences a psychedelic disco freak-out after his drink is drugged and he encounters scores of homely transvestites rendered in trippy kaleidoscope vision. Then he falls in with a tribe of cave-dwelling hippies, reunites with and impregnates the chastened Stewart, and is led into an extraterrestrial paradise by a white-suited supreme being, in what's either the best or worst ending of all time.
Damnit, I never got to see the ending, since Sean and I got scared, and now I'm spoiled.