I.K.U.

I recently took a trip to my favorite local href="http://www.iluvvideo.com">indie movie shop to look for a copy of
Hideo Nakata's Dark Water. I
found it on VCD, but in the process also stumbled across a bizarre looking
movie called I.K.U., which billed itself as
Japanese Sci-Fi Cyber Porn, or something along those lines. This description
is apt, but not particularly invocative of the subject matter.

The story line, such as it is, is that at some point in the future, the
Genom Corporation is sending out sex-drones to collect ecstasy data for a
product they are developing called Iku Chips. Once the chips have been
finalized, they will be for sale in vending machines, where anyone can
purchase one and use it to experience extreme sexual pleasure without need of
a partner. Or, at least, that's as much of the plot as I could make out.

The main bulk of the film consists of one of these drones traveling the
future-city, and having sex (while in one of several different forms) with
various eager partners. What is notable about this movie, however, isn't the
plot, or lack thereof, which would just make it another lame skin flick. It
is the fact that it is presented along with "futuristic" wire-frame graphics,
psychedelic montages, Jap-pop musical interludes, and other random tidbits of
weirdness.

This flick is full of the bizarre. Some of the cut-scenes look like pointed
rip-offs of graphics from the video game Rez.
At one point, one couple was going at it in the background of a screen whose
foreground was overlaid with the image of a school of fish swimming around in
the aquarium; every now and then one of them would turn to the screen and say
something in (supposedly) Japanese. There was a repeated gimmick of the
sex-drone turning her arm into a giant glowing phallus, which would then be
inserted into an aperture in her partner — accompanied with trippy CGI shots
of the member moving around in glowing vaginal or anal tracts. To top it all
off, half of the actresses sound like they're trying to speak English without
understanding a word of it. At times it almost sounds as though they're
speaking some bizarre pidgin. They may well be, it beats me.

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