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.
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.