A man wakes up in an endless black maze, with only a few inches of head room, forced to crawl around fruitlessly, all with no idea where he is or how he got there. The only respite from this is the torment he receives from various booby traps and his brief glimpses into chambers in which torture, dismemberment, and various unspeakable acts are committed upon other hapless victims by unseen agents. Yes folks, the word "grim" doesn't really even begin to describe this one.Tsukamoto brings us a punishing, claustrophobic nightmare on film that defies explanation, including the obvious one that the characters are dead and in hell. While the "person wakes up in room with no idea who he is or how he got there" device is well worn, it remains so effective simply because it can be a metaphor for almost anything. Rarely is it used as well as it is here, despite the absence of easy interpretations.I've never been great at speculating about the "true" meaning of a film like this, but I will say that it seems to involve the aftermath of an altercation of some kind in which the man and a woman in his life both receive stab wounds to the abdomen. We don't learn much more than that, but the last 5 to 10 minutes completely open the possibilities, and surprisingly, provide something resembling an upbeat conclusion. Well, sort of. Intriguingly, "Abandon all hope, ye who enter here" is not quite the sign posted here.Speaking of the afterlife, if that's what this is, this particular vision of damnation is astonishingly similar to the one that has haunted me as long as I can remember. Being forced to crawl around in a dark, extremely tight space for all eternity is apparently the very personal conception of hell that I in fact share with many others, or at least with Tsukamoto. If you're one of us, then consider this a warning or, if you like, an invitation to watch. Suffice it to say, this is not for all tastes or moods. But if you want something that makes Cube seem like a cheerful, feel-good film, this might just be the one for you.

Unfortunately this is a difficult movie to talk about without spoiling any of the details. But just know while watching the movie, it really makes you feel uncomfortable with its great display of isolation and claustrophobia.'Haze' is also one of those movies that makes you think before, during, and after you see the movie. This is the type of movie where a lot of interpretation is left up to the viewer, and in this case, that's a good thing. I couldn't have been anymore engrossed by what was happening on screen during the movie.90% of the movie the main character is in some super uncomfortable position and you can totally feel it, he's completely helpless, barely able to move. But where is he going? Who put him there? Will he get out? All of these questions lead the a brilliant finale. Haze is a just as much a psychological thriller as it is physical horror. It is an interesting take on an age old question (I'll keep that question hidden as to not spoil anything), and one of the more intriguing interpretations in my eyes.Full Review at: http://www.simplefilmreviews.com/2014/05/haze-2005.html

A man wakes up in a dark claustrophobic space, he is wounded in the abdomen and does not know how he got there. This is not just a description of a prison, and wounds received from a sadist, this is an allegorical perspective on existence itself. Some have chosen to interpret this in a materialist perspective, I think that's valid, but I think there is also a distinctly Platonic way of looking at the movie, I elaborate on both below.From the materialist perspective, we arrive into consciousness, ex nihilo, from nothing, and return to nothing. Born into pain, degrading into dust. In this view, life is a cold miracle, sentience an evolutionary adaptation: psychology a consequence of biology, biology a consequence of chemistry, chemistry a consequence of physics; a gob-smacking and dastardly chain of entirely coincidental and parasitic ectropy.The stomach wound which the man and the woman he happens across have, may well also be allegorical. There is a tradition of love, recounted by Aristophanes in Plato's Symposium, which says that men and women are shards split asunder by Zeusian thunderbolts from original genderless beings. The trauma of this violent splitting is the natural state of existence. Humans are only whole again once rejoining. The male prisoner in the movie refers to his only remaining memory, of having watched fireworks alone on a cold landscape, and that there was no apparent organiser. This is the material world, where there is beauty there for us to perceive, a cold beauty, created by nobody. The only true way to appreciate the beauty of the display is with a companion, and we are shown the male and female later observing such a display. Who amongst us has not thought, on perceiving a wonder alone, "Oh, I wish someone was here to witness this with me." The man and woman in this movie unite to give each other the strength to escape the prison, this is the synergy of love.Another more religious view is also to be found in The Symposium, the view of Diotima, which is that realising the true beauty of another person (as opposed to their physical beauty), through love, is a step on the path to the contemplation of the beauty of all things, and the beauty of the divine. Buddhism has a similar concept where true unselfish love (as opposed to the merely erotic) is a step on the path to enlightenment. You can see the scene of the prisoner as an old man luxuriating in the luminous white sheets on the building top at the end of the movie as a representation of this enlightenment, or peace. The beginning of the movie under this interpretation, is ignorance of beauty, the natural origin state of disquietude and upset, or the Buddhist term dukkha.The whole movie was like a stamen loaded with philosophical pollen. The way it is filmed, so that we never really see the whole cell in the round, how we see things fleetingly and fractured is pretty epistemological. The male prisoner sees occasional glimpses into unreachable other cells where acts of dimly perceivable tremendous horror are played out. This speaks of the difficulty of contact, of true contact, where humans see each other, really see, look into another's eyes, seeing what they are about, their true beautiful core. For me, like Last Year in Marienbad, the film is about the will to love, about the nature of love, and the purpose of love.

Coming close to completing my collection of all the Shinya Tsukamoto movies, and this one is pretty hard to explain. A man wakes up in somekind of a concrete space, hardly able to move, and notices he has an injury which is bleeding. It's very dark, and you only see his face for quite a while and hear him think to himself about what is going on. He begins to crawl through tunnels, or maybe a maze, and comes across a woman also trapped and bleeding. Different visions occurs, like a force knocking on a huge door which he can't seem to reach, and multilated bodies floating on the surface of a source of water in this space. They begin a conversation about life, dreams, death, and what is happening to each other, and how to escape. He wonders if the world is at war and they are prisoners, or some pervert has locked them away for whatever reason, or is it really a very nasty nightmare or are they in hell. That's pretty much what is going on, at least for what you can see, because the movie is pretty dark until the last 10 minutes or so. Although the movie is only around 49 minutes long, that is plenty long enough for this type of ambiguous narrative. Being a huge fan of Tsukamoto, this movie to me is like a terrible nightmare, and that may be what it is, you have to judge that because the movie doesn't help you along much at all. But what there is that is so Tsukamoto, is the superior use of music and sound effects, along with some disturbing visuals. Interesting movie to say the least, and a must-have of course for Tsukamoto fans.