Japanese Film Club invites you to our first ever annual J-Horror Halloween Special, at Rich Mix cinema in London. Join us in the heart of Shoreditch for 3 days of horror, bloodshed, and belly laughs.

We hit the ground running on Friday night with a film I’ve had multiple people tell me they refuse to re-watch; the seminal, and unbearable, AUDITION. Saturday’s film, Kiyoshi Kurosawa’s breakout CURE, is a transcendental exploration of the darker side of human consciousness, and was described by director Bong Joon-ho (Parasite, 2019) as the film that inspired his work the most. Then on Sunday we have a personal favourite here Japanese Film Club – ONE CUT OF THE DEAD. An surprising experiment in the re-imaging of the zombie genre film, Shinichirou Ueada’s comedy is the perfect antidote to a weekend of darkness.

Audition – 1999

We’re kicking off on Friday the 31st with perhaps the most notorious J-Horror movie of all time, Takashi Miike’s Audition. Ridiculously prolific Miike (who made a tv mini-series, two TV movies and 3 other feature films in the same year) delivers a masterful movie that masquerades as a gentle romance before unraveling into a nightmarish exploration of obsession, vengeance, and gender power dynamics.

For much of the film, an empty apartment with a mysterious, groaning sack is the only giveaway sign that Audition is not gentle romantic drama. Aoyama, a middle aged widower, is convinced by his film producer friend to hold fake auditions to find him a new wife. He picks a delicate ballerina named Asami (played by Eihi Shiina), and the plan starts off well enough. But there are signs that thins aren’t right; her references don’t check out, and we get glimpses of her strange home life – cue the sometimes moving sack. Things slowly start to fall off the rails, and we get glimpses of horror unfolding, but Miike does nothing to prepare us for the horror he has in store for the climax of the film. It’s this mix of a slightly unhinged romance, hypnotic scenes exploring memory and consciousness, and outright unbearable terror that solidifies Audition as an enduring classic, two and a half decades after its release.

Cure – 1997

On Saturday the 1st of November we take you into the shadowy underbelly of late-1990s urban Japan, with Cure. The story unfolds as a hypnotic psychological thriller directed by Kiyoshi Kurosawa, blending crime procedural with existential dread. Detective Kenichi Takabe (Koji Yakusho), a weary cop grappling with his wife Fumie’s spiralling mental decline — marked by disorientation and eerie domestic rituals — investigates a rash of baffling murders. Each perpetrator, dazed and confessional yet utterly amnesiac about their motives, slashes an “X” into the victim’s neck, evoking ritualistic precision amid modern malaise.

The thread unraveling this nightmare leads Takabe to Mamiya (Masato Hagiwara), a enigmatic drifter and lapsed psychology student haunted by amnesia and an obsession with 19th-century mesmerism. Encounters with Mamiya, who disarmingly probes with the question “Who are you?”, seem to ignite latent aggression in ordinary souls, stripping away societal veneers of politeness to reveal a seething undercurrent of repressed rage. Aiding Takabe is psychiatrist Makoto Sakuma (Tsuyoshi Ujiki), who dissects the crimes through a lens of hypnosis and collective psyche, blurring lines between rational inquiry and supernatural contagion.

Kurosawa’s unhurried, clinical style – long takes, diffuse lighting, and humming ambient unease — prioritises atmospheric rot over tidy resolutions. Themes of identity erosion, societal sickness, and the “cure” as insidious projection permeate, diagnosing Japan’s polite facade as a breeding ground for nihilistic violence. As Takabe teeters on the edge, mirroring his wife’s fragility, Cure mesmerises, questioning whether evil is a virus or a whisper in the collective unconscious, A chilling landmark in J-horror that lingers like a half-remembered dream.

One Cut Of The Dead

On Sunday night we’re changing tracks and lightening the mood with one of the most inventive comedies of the last decade. In the gritty confines of an abandoned water purification plant (rumoured site of shadowy military experiments) a ragtag crew races against the clock to shoot a low-budget zombie flick in one unbroken take for a desperate TV broadcast. Director Higurashi (Takayuki Hamatsu), a mild-mannered hack turned tyrannical visionary with a mantra of “fast, cheap, but average,” barks orders at his beleaguered team, demanding raw authenticity amid exploding squibs and improvised gore.

Leading the undead onslaught are the film’s ingénues: the scream-queen Nao (Yuzuki Akiyama), whose relentless wails mask a budding actress’s frustration, and her co-lead Koji (Kazuaki Nagaya), a reluctant heartthrob pausing mid-bite for direction. Tough-as-nails makeup artist Chinatsu (Mio Kudo) stitches wounds—fake and otherwise—while Higurashi’s cinema-savvy daughter Mao navigates family tensions and production pitfalls.

But as shambling extras breach the barricades, blurring scripted chaos with visceral terror, the 37-minute opener erupts into a breathless frenzy of survival and slapstick. Shinichiro Ueda’s meta-masterpiece then rewinds, unveiling a nesting-doll narrative: the “zombie” assault as guerrilla ingenuity, transforming budgetary woes into triumphant reinvention. A joyous ode to DIY filmmaking’s scrappy soul, it skewers genre clichés while celebrating collaborative alchemy—frustration forged into farce, where every flub fuels the frame. Explosive diarrhoea, existential rants, and heartfelt hijinks propel this cult sensation, a zombie romp that devours expectations and spits out pure, unfiltered glee.