February 21, 2015

RIKI-OH: THE STORY OF RIKI


Exploitation Movie Review (EMR): It’d be fair to say that without Riki-Oh: The Story of Ricky, there’d be no Shawshank Redemption, except in this movie, the Andy Dufresne character is marginally less of a bitch about everything and can punch stuff REAL hard. Brief research into this movie tells me that it’s based on a Manga comic book, and that research is really boring and totally for nerds. Production value wise, this is a noticeable step up from the dreck that we’re used to watching, instead of, y’know, socialising and eulogising Christopher Nolan movies like assholes.

The End of Summer (TEOS): SWEAR-TO-MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

EMR: The movie starts with a bus ride to a future-prison. A voice-over tells us that "By 2001 AD, prisons, like car-parks, have become franchised businesses," but why "car-parks" has been used specifically, instead of, say, a million other things you’d probably think of first when you hear the word "franchise," distracted me for a second and now I’m pissed because I’ve had to rewind the movie a little. It’s also worth noting that whoever’s doing the voice-over isn’t even reading the subtitles properly and that feels like a betrayal. This is a lot of negative emotion to experience during the first five minutes.  

TEOS: Before the movie even begins, the opening logo is almost-but-not-quite Cannon Films, much like Riki-Oh is almost-but-not-quite a nightmare I had that time I ate the all-green burrito. The foreboding music isn’t really helping my all-around mood, either. Between that and how sad everyone looks on the prison bus, I find that my eyes keep wandering to the Youtube sidebar that is recommending other films to watch, i.e., Jet Li’s Sexy Temple, the preview screen of the video being a decidedly not-at-all-Asian beauty with her generous bikini-clad tits softly caressing the beach sand below her, and the look in her eyes says, “Oh, yes - I think I dropped my vagina...could you retrieve it for me?”

And I…completely lost my train of thought here. What’s up?



EMR: It’s prison time! And it’s Ricky’s turn to step forward as a contestant on How Many Years Have I Been Given For A Petty Misdemeanour? He’s sent the metal detector into the kind of frenzy usually reserved for the TFP Student Action website when someone shouts "gay marriage" at the entrance to their cave.

Woah there, guys. This gay little West Side Story synchronized baton block move that Ricky’s just pulled off is probably some kind of challenge to your authority. You’ll probably want to try and avoid those.

TEOS: Once they x-ray his body, it becomes clear why he set off the metal detectors in the first place: it’s all those steel M&Ms he ate over the years that became lodged in his lungs. How embarrassing...


EMR: “The warden is the most powerful person in this prison. After him, it’s the assistant warden,” the narrator helpfully tells us. I’ve found that after watching this movie, I’m struggling with even the most rudimentary of tasks. I’ve been finding it necessary to describe everything I do in the minutest detail. Oddly enough, it’s really affecting my work, but doing wonders for my sex-life. Kids just love to learn.

Man, this writing’s such an insult to my intelligence that I’ve spent the last few hours trying to connect it to Damon Lindelof.

TEOS: I kinda rely on this narration in my every-day life, only I’m the one doing the narration - very much aloud, and with the tiniest bit of encouragement. “Yeah...pull that sock up. No, wait, not too much. Right...there. That’s the ticket. You’re so good.”

And yeah, between Prometheus and his all-around trendy-bald visage, I’m pretty confident in saying Damon Fondlelove can find a rock and be under it for the rest of my life and then his, because he’ll live longer, because he’s rich, and therefore happier, and yeah, money does buy happiness, can we just stop shitting ourselves about that? People keep saying it doesn't, but you just KNOW it's all part of some plot for the money people to keep all that money.


EMR: I was a little crass before. Let’s touch base: I HATE Damon Lindelof. I know the internet was created by Russian psychics during the 1960s for the express purpose of hating Damon Lindelof in the future, and I guess it’s not exactly original to hate Damon Lindelof, AND I’ve ragged on him in almost every article we’ve written since we met, but just as smearing the walls of your house with your own shit is commonly accepted as “the improper thing to do,” hating Damon Lindelof feels like such a natural impulse that I’m surprised the narrator of this film hasn’t already told me how to do it, in pleasing baritone.

TEOS: Main man Riki-Oh is serving a dime for manslaughter and assault, and whatever joke I was going to make has been completely abandoned in favor of pointing out that I originally accidentally typed “mans laughter,” so now I’m picturing Riki on stage somewhere doing a horrendous “didja ever notice?”-type bit that Seinfeld would have done back in ‘89, but now it'd be through a hard-to-decipher Chinese accent, and his all-man audience is laughing so hard that they’re all dying one by one of brain aneurysms.

I...think I lost my train of thought again. Seriously, what’s up, man?


EMR: Do they not know about urinal protocol in the far east? Four guys! Standing in a row! Taking a piss! All of them! Fucking savages. I’ve counted, and there are SIX urinals in this bath house. I did the calculations for them, and at worst, only one of them would have to use a cubicle to take a bitch piss.


TEOS: Man, prisoners are really mean. Also, Chinese prisons of the future look like bathhouses of the past and present, only in this bathhouse, everyone’s wearing black clothes. And is Chinese.

EMR: This bath house looks minimalist and stylised, like the set of Jail House Rock. If they’ve not spent dollar one on this set, then what the hell HAVE they spent the budget on? I’m looking down the cast and crew list for Harry Knowles’ name in there, but I’m turning up nothing.

TEOS: Man holds up wooden toy train. Man says something threatening. Man smashes wooden train onto head of other man. I consider making “trained” or “he’s in training” joke. I decline. I look at Jet Li’s Sexy Temple tits again.

EMR: FUCK! This is crazy gory. He’s just hit that old guy square in the face with the flat side of a lathe and it looks like he’s been attacked by an axe with a wolf tied to the end of it. In this movie’s universe, even sneezing is risky fucking business.

TEOS: Jesus, that man’s face just became an Aunt Flo Is In Town-type situation of the vaginal sort. I’d find it amusing if I hadn’t just lightly touched my nose in panicked response.


EMR: Where’s this old guy getting all of this shit from, anyway? Stuff keeps falling out of his overalls like it’s Mary Poppins’ fucking bag or something. Suppose I believe that the inside of his overalls are an endless Narnia of woodworking tools; why’s he carrying this stuff around? Why’s he carrying it around in the bathroom? Worst case scenario, having a wooden train and a lathe stuffed down his pants would make him look like he had a hard-on, but that’d be stupid because who’s ever heard of a male prisoner getting a hard-on around a bunch of other male prisoners?

TEOS: These guys are really really mean to him and it’s making me almost have a feeling.

Welp, that passed.


EMR: You sure you’re ok to carry on? Because I’m sure this old guy probably has an entire tampon machine hidden in his overalls if you think you need one?

TEOS: Don't be mean.

Oh, man! The ol’ foot-trip, face-sailing-down-and-impaling-on-a-bed-of-nails trick! Gets ‘em every time! I haven’t laughed that hard at sudden gruesome violence since I read the true story of the first Thanksgiving. But, at least he used his hand to break his nail-fall. It didn’t really work, but, it certainly added to my pleasure.


EMR: Decide what you’re doing, movie. Are you a violent, dystopic image of the future, or are all about the passive aggressive posturing of these three dildos who get scared when someone makes crazy eyes at them? Because at the minute, you’re one part The Terminator and one part The Warriors.

TEOS: So, in the future, you can get nails driven into your eyes, throat, and brain, and bleed profusely, but a couple bandages will fix you right up. File that knowledge somewhere in the back of your mind, nestled in between your fond remembrance of the first time you fingered a girl and all the Rush lyrics.

EMR: Milk? You’re bringing the "North South Killer" milk? Is that like me taking Kool-Aid to Jeffrey Dahmer? Or taking something other than the bath water I used to drown a hooker to Brett Ratner?

TEOS: Check out 9:58 to see the daintiest guard in the land skipping up the stairs and whistling. I haven’t avoided making such a gay joke since...never. That guy’s gayer than pink Peeps.

EMR:  Ha! Zorro looks like the Butterball Cenobite from Hellraiser. Wait, why are the guards and the other prisoners always fucking with this old guy from before? I mean, sure, it’s creepy that they call him "old man" and he’s made a wooden toy for his son, who I’m assuming has to be aged between 3 and 3 ½ , but that doesn’t mean people have got to beat on him every five minutes. Can’t an old pervert with a wife and young children catch a fucking break in the future?!

TEOS: Yeah, that old man is just trying to mind his own business and keep his head down while he makes all those orange whips that John Candy asks for in The Blues Brothers.

Wait a minute. HOW did Riki get out of his cell? HOW did he snap those handcuffs in half like they were bought from Walmart? And HOW does he have that wooden toy train, all put together again?

TELL ME.


EMR: Being able to tear handcuffs apart is surely indicative of a super-human power to which we have not yet been fully introduced. If you were this super strong, why the hell would you be wasting away in a futuristic dystopia-jail? I really, REALLY hope that doesn’t come back to haunt this movie at, say, the climax. Hey, ever been so angry you’ve beaten up rain? Ricky has, and the rain’s going to have to wear sunglasses and tell all of its friends that it accidentally walked into a door.

TEOS: Not yet, but election season is right around the corner.

EMR: Politics joke™! Stay tuned...

TEOS: Sure, bad guy. Suuure. First he pisses into a urinal RIGHT next to someone else in an otherwise abandoned bathroom, and NOW he’s choosing to stand right next to Riki in the shower room and watch as he wets down. I could make a joke about repressed homosexual tendencies, but there’s really nothing funny about that, is there?


TEOS: “Someone gave me 30 pounds of rice to finish you off and turn you into mincemeat to put you in a pie!” Zorro shouts, the most specifically themed threat ever.

EMR: Haha! “Finish you off.” Hey, this is Southeast Asia, and when was the last time a white girl jerked you off in a massage parlour? Plus prison, plus sweaty dudes that seem to conduct all of their business in the bath house. If it hadn’t been for all the violence and suicide, I’d think I was just watching regular gay porn.

TEOS: God, the violence in this really is amazing. It’s not like Sin City violence where after a while you scream, “ALL RIGHT, I GET IT.” This thing really takes its time, but when it wants to be violent, it’s almost insane. I’m starting to dig you, Riki-Oh.

Also, who knew Zorro could hold so much bloody goo in his belly?


EMR: And all I can think about throughout this entire scene is how unhygienic it is for Bandage Face to shower with a bandage on his face. Also, it’s weird that Riki, Bandage Face, and Zorro are all in little, black shower diapers, but there’s one guy showering normally with his cock and balls, y’know, out. Under normal circumstances, this display of non-compliance with preconceived notions of "the showering experience" makes Riki, Bandage Face, and Zorro the odd-ones out. but in this case it’s majority rule. Fuck you, shower pervert with your cock and balls out.

TEOS: Part of me senses there is some kind of supernatural power within the majestic body of Riki-Oh, but I prefer to think that he’s just really really really pissed off. So when he gets nails through the hand, he doesn’t even fucking care, you idiot.


EMR: You’ve got to admire the balls on this tattooed asshole who tells us that he runs the north wing of the prison. I know he’s only just walked in on this carnage, but two guys lying in pools of their own intestinal tract with their stomachs missing is a plot from "The X-Files" and not the kind of thing you walk in on when you’re about to take a shower. The last time I walked in on two guys in the shower who’d been fisted so hard that their stomachs fell out, I was at Andy Dick’s house trying to fix the plumbing.

TEOS: Well, this “leader” of the prison’s north wing is named Oscar, which is important information to have, so later, when someone says something like, "Cut off Oscar's asshole," you'll know who they mean. Following their meeting, Riki gets locked up with promises that he’ll be seeing the assistant warden tomorrow. Now, if you remember your lessons, the assistant warden is the most powerful man in the prison...UNDER the warden. So help you if you did NOT remember that.

Riki promptly sits down indian style and begins doing some performance art dancing while simultaneously looking like he’s attempting to ward off a heart attack.


EMR: Well, there it is: the quickest superhero origin story ever told. Twenty minutes into the movie, Riki has a flash-back to a chance meeting with his long lost “Uncle” (yeah, right) in a cemetery, and with around 14 seconds of exposition, you now know everything you would ever reasonably need to know about Riki and his special skills. It hasn’t been this simple to understand something since the narrator told me about the power structure at this prison.

Yeah, I’m recycling jokes. Fuck you. You write a blog.

TEOS: Not all the time… :(

This movie has a 7.2 on IMDB, by the way.


EMR: So does John Wick.

How does that make you feel?

TEOS: Fuck you, that was low.

EMR: I wouldn't pay it much mind, to be honest. True Lies also holds a 7.2 rating, and that was James Cameron's last stab at making films for men.


TEOS: Riki as a simple school boy turns me on.

I mean--!


EMR: Fuck me, man. CONCENTRATE!

TEOS: So, despite the knowledge that this guy is Riki’s uncle, there is something severely homoerotic about the way this scene ends: Riki grasps at his uncle’s ankle while on his knees and looks up into his eyes, pleading with him, “Teach me!” And then his uncle laughs to the heavens.

If “origin stories” were this gay in every superhero movie (making them even gayer), I’d probably see a lot more superhero movies. Not that I’m...into that stuff. But, not that there’s anything wrong with it.

Deeper down the rabbit hole I go…


EMR: If by “rabbit” you mean “dude’s ass” then, yeah, I’d say you were about an inch away from a 12-month subscription to The San Francisco Bay Times.

TEOS: So, yeah. Chico (?), according to Uncle of Riki, has a force harvested from the universe and has the power to turn one’s body into “a natural shield.”

Good enough for me! This is still better than all the Spider-Mans.

But seriously, what’s he saying? Chico? Mchicko? Unchiko? What the fuck is coming out of that Asian mouth?


EMR: Hang on a second...wasn't that chick in Ninja Terminator called "Mechicko"?

TEOS: Mind blown.

You know, this is one of the rare films from the Two Guys archives that I actually used to own. Watching it again, I totally regret getting rid of it.

Actually, analyzing that observation again, I realize that...I’ve owned nearly all of our previous films.

What in the good fuck is wrong with me?


EMR: You’re asking me like I can answer with anything other than, "Hey, you know what’s a good movie? Payback!” And that’s not even an answer. In fact, it’s just another question, but with its own answer.

TEOS: Preeeetty sure that’s pornography covering the assistant warden’s bookshelves. A lot of pornography. I don’t know what’s more jarring: all the pornography, or Riki’s continuity-be-damned shorter hairdo. 


EMR: I like to think that the assistant warden only has his pornography on display when the main warden is away, and the rest of the time his shelves are stacked with books like How To Be A Successful Assistant Warden, Cooking Steak So Rare That It Actually Makes The Blood Turn Into Preserve, and Which Is The Best Unnatural Glass Eye Colour For You?

In the assistant warden’s case, it’s orange. Just in case you wanted to know.

Eugh. I bet his porn isn’t even alphabetized. What a dick.

TEOS: One of the guards is reading Riki’s file aloud to the assistant warden, and though he rattles off a lot of factoids, you will remember only the same thing I do: Riki studied the flute.

Cue my ha ha.

EMR: This one time, at band camp, I punched a guy so hard his guts fell out.

TEOS: Question: when the assistant warden flings open Riki’s shirt and demands to know why there are bullets in his chest and Riki clearly smiles, do you think that’s the actor breaking character, or do you think that’s Riki smiling because he’s really proud of being a supernatural bad-ass? Hint: there's a third option that I haven’t made obvious to you.

EMR: Do you think it’s weird we can tell that it’s pornography just from the edge of the video cases? We can’t see anything clearly, but there’s just something at the back of our minds that’s telling us that those videos are DEFINITELY pornography. It’s like a sixth sense we’ve developed, except I’m not a fat Haley Joel Osment desperately trying to work out why the rest of my body grew, but my face didn’t.

TEOS: Oh shit, that is pornography. That is really….well, I don’t even know. If the pornography on my hard drive were converted to over-sized VHS cases, me and the assistant warden would be pretty neck and neck.

EMR: In the same way that Riki and I are neck and neck in knowing an actual martial art? Let me put it to you like this: if you’re doing all the exhibition moves, but not actually turning someone’s face into their neck like Tony Jaa does, all you’re doing is dancing, and dancing is gay. Except when Bruce Lee did it, because he learnt to dance so he could learn to KILL!

TEOS: This is the greatest “I was in love once” flashback I have ever seen. Not only have I never seen one with a remote-controlled helicopter, I’ve never seen one with TWO. 

THIS IS AN AWESOME LOVE MEMORY.

EMR: Eww. There’s something developmentally...not quite right about Riki’s girlfriend, isn’t there? This backstory is becoming distinctly "Michael Jackson." If only there was something a bit more "Prince" about him, this movie could end with him chocking out a white hot guitar solo as he flew off into the distance on the back of a spaceship. Plus pussy. Lots of pussy. Amazonian warrior maiden pussy.

TEOS: Getting back to the whole “doing things in order” theme we’ve been kicking back and forth, a bunch of prisoners are ganging up on another, demanding that he:
  • Listen up, asshole.
  • Eat shit.
  • Lick their shoes clean.
  • Get cut up, the pieces fed to the dogs.
“Andrew!” the other prisoners exclaim in shock, which is hilarious, because of all the names I could fathom for a crazy Chinese prisoner threatening mutilation against another human being while holding this saw...


...sorry, it ain't Andrew.

EMR: So, this bald guy is being taken to task because he’s been "finking" on other prisoners? "Finking"? Of all the movies not made in the 1940s where I didn’t expect to hear that term, this is at the top of my list. It’s also at the top of "Reasons Why I Will Always Hate My Parents for Having Sex."

Hey, why the hell does Oscar get to wear a body-builder t-shirt and the others have to wear regular, "somewhere-slanty" pajamas?

TEOS: Wow, I look away from the screen for just a few minutes and when I come back someone’s been crucified with chains? Jesus! (Pun both intended and not intended.)

EMR: You missed a pretty serious display of the assistant warden’s thighs, as well. It was the most theatrical thing I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen Theatre! The Musical.

TEOS: Riki and Oscar engage in some pretty serious fisticuffs, and it’s fair for about seven seconds before Oscar blinds Riki with some magic blinding glitter and then nearly cuts off Riki’s arm at the elbow. During this, a hundred prisoners stop what they’re doing to watch the fight unfold.

“Has anyone been killed yet?” asks one of them, with all the casualness of someone walking back into the living room with a fresh bowl of pretzels and asking for an update on his or her sport squadron of choice.

And because Riki is the goddamn man, he (1) recovers from his blindness, (2) literally knocks Oscar’s eye out by slapping him on the back of the dead, and then (3) ...TIES OFF THE TENDONS IN HIS GAPING-OPEN WRIST before preparing for even MORE ass-kicking with the requisite “h’yah!”




TEOS: I would be eternally envious of Riki’s badassness if I weren’t also fucking terrified of him at the same time. I have a feeling that my recurring nightmare of being flushed down the toilet in a Chinese restaurant is going to be replaced by my being flushed down the widening jaws of Riki-Oh.

EMR: I was a little worried that all of the insanity in this movie was too overwhelming, and I just couldn’t bring my A-Game to the table, but the assistant warden saying, “You’ve got a lot of guts, Oscar,” as Oscar pulls his intestines out in an effort to strangle Riki with them has made me feel a lot better about myself. Agonising over the quality of my jokes for this movie is like worrying about whether my girlfriend is satisfied in bed: ultimately, I don’t fucking care.


TEOS: Holy. Shit. The intestines thing. It’s official: this is the most insane thing I’ve ever seen. And one time, I’ve actually seen insanity. (Her name was Michele Bachman.)

One exploded head and several flamboyant goons ejected from beneath the ground later, and I’m embarrassed that I chose to get rid of this DVD when I had it. I am a right fuck. But I think I remember why: this was one of those random films I had sitting on a shelf for years before I actually watched it, and one day I said, "Fuck it - I'm watching Riki-Oh." So I did, and somehow during this freakshow of a film I actually fell asleep (I am perpetually tired), and I would occasionally wake up to hear screaming and see men being torn asunder, and I'm pretty sure the combination of the graphic insanity and my own disorientation of having my sleep interrupted caused me to throw this DVD right in the garbage. Now I'm sad because of that. Meanwhile I still own Jack-O. I don't know what my fucking problem is, sincerely.



EMR: Is that first member of the Gang of Four a guy? He’s the gayest looking one of the bunch, so it’s no wonder he springs up out of the pipes that run underneath the toilets. Wait, there’s only three of them. Is this film stupid or am I stupid? Perhaps we’re both so stupid that we couldn’t successfully navigate our way to the nearest McDonalds without at least one us having to apologise for saying something utterly atrocious during black history month.

TEOS: Thank GOD the flute thing is relevant again. I was worried they wouldn’t follow up on the promise of making Riki a student of the flute.

EMR: What? This leaf that he’s playing? He studied at a prestigious music school for two years, learning how to play a leaf? Yeah, I went to a pretty prestigious architectural design school. I learnt how to shove broken chunks of brick-end into my asshole.

Oh no, there’s the flute. I take it all back.

TEOS: Uh oh. The cat’s out of the bag: those flamboyant villains are growing poppy leaves in the west wing of the prison. Do poppy leaves = poppy seeds, which = poppy opium?

I didn’t think this movie could get more insane, but if we take what we’ve gotten so far and add opium, well Jesus Christ, let’s just do it already.


EMR: If the bigger guy in this gang looks like The Mountain from "Game of Thrones", and the gayer one looks like that gay guy who gayed one time, then the other one looks like a dip-dyed Gilbert Gottfried.

I don’t get this. Riki’s really only assuming that these poppies are being grown for opium and now he’s burned down all these greenhouses that are full of lovely, healthy looking poppies. Does no one grow poppies for anything other than the sole purpose of manufacturing opium, anymore? Really, think about it: how weird is it that every single time you see a poppy field in a movie, you immediately think "opium manufacture"? Do movies about WWI have to run this gauntlet every time? Was the climax to War Horse a hardened, maverick L.A detective setting fire to Flanders Fields and fighting it out with Randall “Tex” Cobb?

...

You’re watching Riki-Oh: The Story of Ricky.

TEOS: I have never, in my life, seen something so goofy also be so fucking mind-blowingly violent. This is almost like Vaudeville, if Vaudeville skits ended with entire faces being flayed off and tongueless flute lessons.


EMR: The last tongueless flute lesson I had was when my dad was really drunk and told me how sexy I was.

TEOS: You should show your dad that and see what he says.

Oh my god - a violent bloody fight among men, set in front of a burning opium field within the heart of a prison. I will never ever ever see anything as manly as this. I always thought Chuck Norris breaking the neck of another man while covered in a lather of cocaine was the manliest thing I’d ever see in cinema. I am so fucking wrong at this moment that I’m tempted to circumvent the rest of my life and somehow start back over as an infant just to give myself the proper time to learn what being a man really is.

EMR: Manly?! What, this?! This fight between Riki and a guy who’s like a scout-master in the shortest of shorts who isn’t afraid to pull on your hair and pinch your soft skin?

“One looks his best before dying” coos this nail boutique waiting room with a haircut.

Creepy.

TEOS: “I’ve hit your Death Spot,” explains Riki’s very...er...dainty looking nemesis who is still managing to kick major ass. “Soon you’ll be a...Dead Man.”

And if you thought Riki was gonna bitch out just because some dude jabbed his Death Spot, you deserve to have your eye knocked out and your head smashed like a Gallagher melon. He gets up and screams “h’yah!” again, but then even more flamboyant nemesises… nemesise… nemesi… more bad guys come out of nowhere and tie up Riki with wire and then they end up in a chute that, I think, is filling with...poop.

Is...that poop?

Are they really in a...poop chute?

OMG, poop chute. That’s rich.


EMR: It’s probably that flamboyant guy’s secret lair. I mean, where else?!

TEOS: It it just me, or does it feel like at every point in this film that we’re about five minutes away from the end? What’s that about?

EMR: I’m not sure I understand the progression of the movie. I feel like I’ve been watching it for six months, and it’s how I imagine it feels to be inside the belly of the Sarlacc. I WANT it to be over, but I’m curious to see how it’s going to end. A little bit like "Lost" or the funeral of a close family member.

TEOS: Well, this film just took a turn. That main warden and his obese son/nephew are quite the characters. I don’t always condone rape, but when I do, it should happen to these two.

EMR: What the actual fuck is going on, now? It’s become the most violent Three Stooges movie you’ve ever seen, and given that this fat cake fuck looks like Larry, Curly, AND Moe, I’m pretty pleased with that analogy.

TEOS: With Kim Jong Un as a zero-hour Shemp cameo.

Man, everyone in this film has a real drinking problem. And if you’ve seen Airplane, you know exactly what I mean. And if you haven’t seen Airplane, then what the fuck else have you ever done that’s better than watching Airplane? Shirley you can’t be serious, you’re a grown man who likes movies about Gladiators and hangs around the gymnasium, and other lines I remember from Airplane.


EMR: Looks like I picked the wrong day to quit sniffing glue out of the ass crack of a sullen, willowy prostitute. Lloyd Bridges says it better than me, but you get the picture.

TEOS: Ohhhh...it was a concrete chute. Not a poop cute.

Well, shit.


EMR: Oh man, think how fucked up it would be to have a cement room. Like, a whole room entirely devoted to a solid block of cement and two dead guys. That’s honestly the weirdest thing I’ve seen in this entire movie and that’s making me feel strange when I consider the things we’ve seen.

TEOS: For real. Like that one time I saw you say, “I’m an unabashed Jay Baruchel fan.”

EMR: Now THAT’S fuckin’ manly. Riki just flexed so hard that the cement on his body just fucking shattered. When Riki flexes, that prison receives telephone calls from women complaining that they’re suddenly 8 months pregnant.

TEOS: The last time I saw someone flex that hard, they shit on the floor and then went right to the hospital.

EMR: HOLY FUCK! DE-JAWED, BITCH! IN THE FACE!!!!

But really, my attention is drawn to how much of a little fucking sociopath the warden’s son is. This is the kind of kid who’d gladly masturbate to vultures picking the sinew off the bones of a dead orphan.

Ladies and Gentleman, your future Republican candidate for Idaho.

TEOS: I know we’re dealing with entirely different nationalities, but the similarities between this SS-looking Warden and his fat, lesbian-haired son to Kim Jong-il and -un, respectively, cannot be ignored.


EMR: Given that Tarzan came crashing through the wall to an adjoining room, and the hole hasn’t magically fixed itself, watching Riki try to stop himself being crushed to death is the most tensionless scene, I think, in the history of cinema, and I got bored watching Christoph Waltz try to intimidate me with his piggy little eyes in Inglorious Basterds. I fucking hate you, Christoph Waltz. What the hell have you got to look so smug about, you wonky-jawed fuck?

TEOS: Clearly it’s because you’ve never seen Take This Waltz. It probably stars him and Henny Youngman. I’d tell you what it’s about, but you already know.

EMR: While I imagine that, to the warden at least, this dirt bukkake burial is so terribly symbolic, I’m watching two or three guys with sub-machine guns just standing around doing pretty much everything other than filling a non-moving target with enough lead to give the whole pacific rim cancer.

TEOS: The look of restrained fury but ultimately passive resistance on Riki’s face as shovelful after shovelful of dirt rain down across his face is pretty good hyperbole for...well, my entire life.

EMR: Why...why would you kick a dog in half just so you could stuff some chunks of its flesh down Riki’s breathing pipe? That’s like going on a picnic, but letting someone punch you in the dick hard enough to give you an excuse to sit down.

TEOS: As far as comic book movies go, this is still better than Man of Steel.

EMR: Oh, without doubt. Any Superman movie where your cast are embarrassed to say "Superman" can go fuck itself with Russell Crowe's attitude problem. Expect mess.

I think we’re about to see the motivation behind Riki’s actions

Here it comes…

...right, okay, imagine a room. The room is filled with studio executives who are severely developmentally disabled. They’re shouting, they’re screaming, they’re defecating on themselves and each other. Every so often, someone from outside the room screams a noun through a letterbox, like "FIGHTING" or "REVENGE," and the guys inside the room have to come up with a story line which uses these words. Have you done that? Congratulations, you’ve just been recruited onto the Riki-Oh: The Story of Riki writing team!

TEOS: Aka Orci and Kurtzman.

I’m just going to flat-out ask you: how turned on were when this Asian chick in the yellow dress was tossed by someone onto a bed like a rag doll?

The correct answer is: not as turned on as when she threw herself off the roof and turned into a hilarious rubber doll halfway down.



EMR: The funny thing is that I was going to say "not half as turned on as I am baffled by the fact that the one person in this movie who probably deserves to die more than anyone else, aside from the warden's son, is this rapist who Riki somehow restrained himself enough to merely wound." Come on, Riki. That's almost an endorsement.

I’m getting pretty fucking bored of this film being a succession of Riki bondage scenes, and the characters are still asking questions of him which I have long since given up caring about. I’ve seen you punch stuff even Chris Brown would think twice about attacking. What the fuck is wrong with you, Riki?


TEOS: Damn it, I was nearly ready to believe Riki’s next Herculean task was taking on an entire bulldozer. Bummer.

EMR: You know something I've noticed? There's a surprising lack of kung-fu on display, here. And IF there was going to be a reason for me to hate this movie, and it's a strong "if," it'd be that I'm being deprived of drawn-out scenes of athletic prowess and dick punching. All the fights are either Riki somehow being beaten down by "guys" who are happy in the knowledge that numerics aren't their strong point, or him having to be reminded that he's Chinese Hulk by his inner-monologue. YOU'VE JUST PUNCHED A HOLE IN SOMEONE'S THORAX, MAN! PAY ATTENTION!

TEOS: If you’re wondering how many times Riki gets smashed in the face with a 20-lb wrench, I’ll tell you: it was fifteen. Thousand.

EMR: Case in point: these fuckers are constantly chaining him up like they think it'll make a difference, and beating him around the face and neck, and he's just...taking it. The last time I just took it without realising I could, and should, fight back, I was asleep in a tent.

TEOS: Filling Riki’s mouth with razor blades, taping it shut, and then beating him mercilessly in the face, only for Riki to spit those razor blades into this SS guy’s face, directly inspired ALL of Zero Dark Thirty.

I could honestly watch a five-hour film of Riki-Oh: The Story of Riki. My only requirement be that Riki spend that entire running time punching eyes out of rubber faces, or halving heads clearly made of cantaloupe. There’s honestly nothing to hate about this. It’s like someone saw that scene in The Addams Family where Wednesday and Pugsley perform that ridiculously violent school play and said, “Let’s do that...for ninety minutes. And...let’s...go back in time.”


EMR: To be completely honest, I'd welcome the prospect of a Riki-Oh movie that played out exactly like that. I'd want them to make a few adjustments, though. For example, I'd want them to get rid of this troublesome "plot" that's been bogging this movie down for the last 80 minutes.

TEOS: At the rate these prisoners are dismembered by these masochist guards, it’s a wonder there are any left. But that’s the thing about mutilating the Chinese. Fifteen minutes later, you just want to do it again.

EMR: That's the great thing about the Chinese. No matter how many you maim, there are always plenty more.

TEOS: Wait...the assistant warden...blew up like a balloon and then exploded. Do you know why? I was busy relating Chinese mutilation to unfulfilling Chinese food.

EMR: Shark gun. Like the one in Live and Let Die. That's why. Not seeing Yaphet Kotto anywhere, though. Shame.

TEOS: So, Wong Chu looks like the Chinese member of One Direction they take out of the trunk when they’re touring Asia.


EMR: And as the warden transmogrifies into an impotent Mortal Kombat programmer’s idea of what the guy who his wife left him for looks like, he states that, “The warden of any prison has to be the best at Kung-Fu.” Of all the things I’ve learnt from this movie, this has to be the most entertaining, and surprisingly specific, fact of them all.

TEOS: Every time a Chinese dude explodes for no reason, I place another bid on a Riki-Oh blu-ray on eBay.

EMR: Well, I WAS going to go and eat something but fuck me if this movie just put me off for the next 10 or 15 years

TEOS: There’s just no keeping up with this. Reiterating every piece of insanity on display in Riki-Oh is like describing every single solitary hair on Robin Williams. It’s impossible. But from what I understand, the SS-warden got inflated with oven air and turned into the Asian Hulk, so Riki threw him into a meat grinder, showed his decapitated puppet head to the other prisoners, punched a hole the size of Lindsay Lohan’s vagina into the prison wall, and walked the fuck out.

EMR: Hey, what a positive One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest-esque ending full of hope and relief, except I feel like I’VE had a lobotomy and I’VE been suffocated with a pillow. Let’s not forget, though, that every single one of those prisoners Riki’s just set free was in a maximum security penitentiary for what’s likely to be a number of horrifying, and gratuitous reasons. You’re an irresponsible dick, Riki-Oh.

Huh. “Dick”i-Oh.

TEOS: The last time I was this pleased with an Asian boy, I had to register as a sex offender. All in all, Riki-Oh is my new favorite anything.

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