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                                     This  is  not  to  suggest  that  Naked  Blood  is  by  any  means  an
                              exclusively  progressive  body  horror  film.  Although  Naked  Blood
                              advances an oppositional politics of identity, the film does not necessarily
                              end  on  an  optimistic  note.  In  the  film’s  final  moments,  when  little  Eiji
                              tells  us  that  ‘the  dream  has  not  ended  yet’  and  raises  his  camcorder  to
                              follow  Mikami’s  progress  as  she  rides  her  motorcycle  westward,  the
                              audience  feels  a  palpable  sense  of  dis-ease  well  in  keeping  with  the
                              discomforting  tone  of  the  film’s  previous  seventy-five  minutes.  Social
                              theory  has  long  contended  that  ‘the  growth  of  civilization  requires
                              simultaneously the restraint of the body and the cultivation of character in
                              the  interests  of  social  stability’  (Turner  1992:  14-15);  texts  that  render
                              human  corporeal  and  social  formations  indiscrete  –  displaying,  in  the
                              process,  the  various  ideological  veins  and  cultural  sinews  that  keep  the
                              fragile,  and  yet  alarmingly  resilient,  physiognomies  intact  –  disturb,  if
                              only  momentarily,  this  ‘stability’.  Confronting  heterogeneity  –  that  first
                              step towards attaining Bataille’s  ‘durable orgasm’ – is a messy business.
                              Sooner or later you’re bound to get some on you.


                                          ‘Lunatic Theater’: Sato Hisayasu’s Muscle

                              While Naked Blood’s powerful social  critique illustrates Sato Hisayasu’s
                              acute  understanding  of  Japanese  splatter  films  as  an  instrument  for
                              serious  socio-cultural  excavation,  it  would  be  short-sighted  to  overlook
                              the  important  visual  and  ideological  groundwork  Sato  set  forth  several
                              years earlier in his hour-long homoerotic horror film, Muscle. Proffering
                              a  less  subtle,  and  thereby  more  pointed,  critique  of  Japanese  censorship
                              practices,  Muscle  occupies  an  interesting  position  in  Sato’s  oeuvre.  A
                              melding  of  pinku  eiga  tropes  with  the  horror  genre’s  visual  and
                              narratological  motifs,  Muscle  anticipates  the  extreme  images  and
                              spectacular  storylines  that  have  become  a  staple  of  Sato’s  increasingly
                              unorthodox  cinematic  vision.  Specifically,  Muscle  advocates  the
                              contestation and collapsing of  filmic and socio-cultural limits through an
                              explicitly  self-conscious  probing  of  their  very  parameters  and  the  social
                              mechanisms  frequently  mobilised  to  police  them. Muscle  is  also  one  of
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