Before you say anything, just stop. I know. You’re sick of Japanese horror movies— you’ve had them crammed down your throat all decade, and you’ve reached critical mass. As if their movie of the week compositions, cliché dialogue, and gaping plot holes weren’t enough, you’ve been tricked into sitting through their even duller American incarnations time after mind-numbing time. You’ve been led through the same creepy hallways and past the same undead toddlers by a parade of WB stars trying to make inroads and talented actresses slumming it for a paycheck (we may forgive you, Naomi Watts and Jennifer Connelly, but we’ll never forget).

But Exte: Hair Extensions is different! It’s a parody of J-Horror— but that’s oversimplifying matters, for this is no Scary Movie. Hair Extensions uses the horror-comedy genre as a convenient vehicle with which to deliver a diverse assortment of pure entertainment, ranging from the surface story about bloodthirsty hair extensions to an emotionally fraught drama about child abuse, to a glimpse into one adorably optimistic girl’s (Kill Bill and Battle Royale’s Chiaki Kuriyama) dream of hair salon superstardom, and the bizarre indulgences of a necrophiliac hair fetishist. Plus, there’s a musical number. And perhaps because it’s infused with that undefinable Japanese-weird quality, it all holds together— without resorting to cheap titillation or humdrum poop jokes.
 

This one-note trailer is highly misleading.

Sion Sono, the poet-turned-auteur behind Hair Extensions, never appears in public without a black fedora, and is also responsible for a film which I count among my personal favorites: 2002’s absurdly cryptic, teeny-bopper-fearing existential gorefest Suicide Club. There too, he uses J-horror as a facade to delve into more interesting ideas, ruminating on Internet obsession, the breakdown of familial relations, media saturation and late-capitalist pop music. And he doesn’t fail to deliver on the awesomely inappropriate musical number in that film, either. Like his more famous contemporary Takashi Miike (who, incidentally, never appears in public without sunglasses), Sono works inside the skeleton of genre limitations, but seems more interested in having fun and experimenting than making sense or delivering a happy ending. Luckily for us, whoever keeps financing their projects doesn’t seem to mind.