The always fruitful Twitch introduced me to a review of Imprint up at Kaiju Shakedown, and it’s a review of such concision that I already feel bad for not having been a regular reader of Grady Hendrix’ writing. I’ve now learned the error of my ways.

It is a damned good read and is so on point that it makes mine look pathetic. Please go check it out!

A taste:

Taken straight with no chaser, IMPRINT is a lumpy and somewhat unsatisfying flick. The English language dialogue is hooked on phonics, Drago’s acting is as broad as the Mississippi, and the story doesn’t really have a point besides “prostitution and incest suck” and I think most people take those as givens. But if you look at this as a send-up of MEMOIRS OF A GEISHA it starts to make sense. The gorgeous visuals (and they are gorgeous - torture has never looked so fashionable), the heavily-accented and poorly delivered line readings by non-native English speakers, the idea of a Western man sitting down to force a geisha/hooker to tell him “the Truth” about her life, all of this is taken directly from GEISHA and it’s an artbomb planted in the heart of the original book.

Also, check out his review of Black Night, which is a film I earlier expressed hope in. That’s no longer the case.