Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Takekuma Festival


Last Saturday, Shinjuku’s Loft+1 celebrated the 50th birthday of self-made manga author and critic Kentaro Takekuma with a round table discussion of the history of independent animation, the fine line between commercialism and art, and how to get your work noticed by the people who matter. Joining him were independent animators Frogman and Runparo, as well as manga author Demerin Kaneko.

Guest Profiles

Kentaro Takekuma
Incorrigible co-author of Even a Monkey Can Draw Manga. His blog, Takekuma Memo, reads like an autopsy of the walking corpse the industry has become. This past year he launched Mavo, a quarterly anthology featuring the works of students from his manga symposiums at Kyoto Seika University and Tama Art University. Most recently he helped animator Nosferatu, a green grocer from Awaji-Shima, distribute his hand-drawn feature The Messenger From the Sea after six years of solitary production.

Nosferatu’s homepage, Katsudo Mangakan, contains all of his works over the past ten years free to the public.




Frogman
Filmographer turned Flash animation mogul, Frogman produces, writes, animates, and voices the characters in his low-budget comedy Secret Society Eagle Claw in addition to other commercial works.



Runparo
An old hand in the world of independent animation, these days Runparo is more active in promoting other artists through organized events. He is here today on behalf of Nosferatu who sadly couldn’t make the cross-country trip.



Demerin Kaneko
Umezu Kazuo researcher and underground manga personality. Her tastefully bawdy gag manga, Iyan, Ecchi-no-Suke, based on public domain plot lines provided in Even a Monkey Can Draw Manga, enjoys serialization in Mavo.


The afternoon kicked off with an insider's look at the animation industry with (from left to right) Runparo, Takekuma, and Frogman.

Homegrown Animation


Takekuma (TK): Independent animation took off at the turn of the 20th Century due to the perfect storm of tools and a means of distribution. The Internet gave amateur animators a voice, and dial-up was sufficient for sending crude animated Gifs. Broadband would later make data-intensive formats like Flash a possibility, whose simplified interface widened the playing field to a rush of pioneers.

Runparo (RP): It rose organically from the media available at the time. Nosferatu’s early works began as message board in-jokes that grew a mind of their own. He created the Kido Senshi Non-Chan series as backlash against 2-chan style flaming before 2-chan even existed, with the antagonist, Gundam's Char, playing the ubiquitous Internet troll.


Part 4 in Nosferatu's ongoing and chronically delayed series, Kido Senshi Non-Chan.

RP: In 2005 I organized Jawa-Con, a meeting of minds between the leading artists in the field. I wanted the event to accomplish something greater than simply another Doujin circle. So I invited industry people and producers to discover our unknown talent. Poeyama got their break there, as did Frogman.


Frogman's Himitsu Kessha: Taka no Tsume (Secret Society Eagle Claw).


Frogman (FM):
I got into animation in 2002 at the age of 33. After putting in time as a camera man I was ready to make the jump to the director’s chair, but moving to Shimane Prefecture after marriage effectively quarantined me from the connections that could take me there.

That’s when I saw the work of Nosferatu and Catman. They inspired me to take matters into my own hands. Getting ahead in the film industry is a waiting game with the odds stacked against you, whereas with animation, anyone with a mouse and an idea can be their own producer.

Amateur VS Professional


FM: My production pipeline is as bare bones as you can get. Three of us can crank out one half-hour TV series per week, and we’ve created five feature length films over the past three years. This has unique problems. People come to us with certain expectations about turnaround times, budget, and style. I couldn’t do things any other way if I wanted to. Not that there’s a need to—After five years of being my own boss, I’ve made enough to buy an apartment.

There’s no money in live action films. The real cash comes from branding and character goods. Investors know this, which is why business is focused on manga and anime.

RP: It took Nosferatu six years to create his eight-minute feature, The Messenger From the Sea. The man has God-like resolve. Normal animation uses in-betweens to fill in the motion between key poses, but not Nosferatu. He draws each and every frame entirely from scratch. Pros look at his work and are baffled as to how he did it.


Nosferatu's The Messenger From the Sea.

RP: Nosferatu animates for the love of the craft. Each scene is littered with Easter Eggs obscured in plain sight for those dedicated enough to watch frame by frame.

TK: Like the Budweiser missiles in Macross: Do You Remember Love, or the female genitalia overlay in Neon Genesis Evangelion.

RP: Exactly! Anime used to have that sense of playfulness with it. Animators honed their craft precisely by clicking through other works, frame by frame. These hidden images were one animator’s message to the other, like a secret fraternity handshake. “Thanks for watching.”

TK: Ideally we’d all like to be able to turn our art around to pay the bills. Pros have a budget, deadline, and investors to appease. They may not necessarily want to create a particular product, or follow the client’s vision, but you must deliver what the contract demands. Being able to work under those compromises is what separates pros from amateurs. Maintaining a balance between integrity and flexibility is the challenge a true professional deals with on a daily basis.

For example, Frogman can create a work at 1/10th the budget of Miyazaki and end up with something just as entertaining. He is afforded a large degree of freedom despite his work stipulations.

Nosferatu, on the other hand, has a similar mentality to Anno Hideki. The recent Evangelion films circumvented the standard steering committee, making them largely self funded. If they tanked, Anno was going under with them. Of course, Nosferatu always has his day job to fall back on, but the drive to maintain complete control remains unchanged.

Takekuma on Growing Up Otaku


After a short intermission, Takekuma returned with Demerin to discuss his roots.
Demerin Kaneko (DK): They say that yours was the first generation of Otaku.

TK: The first televised anime was 1963’s Astro Boy. At the time we called it TV manga. No one had any idea at the time of what Tezuka had started.

See, the Otaku phenomenon was nurtured by the period of rapid economic growth from the 60’ to the 70’s. This previously unknown high standard of living trickled down to the children. We were the first Japanese children to have their own rooms. This gave us space. Space to collect. Manga, figures, Gundam kits, you named it. Otaku would not have been sustainable if not for the private bedrooms that the soaring yen provided.

DK: What were early Otaku like?

TK: I had a friend in junior high who was the prototypical Otaku. Of course, this was before the phrase was coined, so nobody had way to explain away his neuroses. In a word, he was obsessed. During the 5th grade he was assigned to write down his three heroes, and he listed Hitler, Mussolini, and Tojo. He would go far out of his way to catch communist broadcasts from China and North Korea the one day of the year they were transmitted in Japanese. When his favorite baseball team, the Nishitetsu Lions, was bought out by Seibu, he would go their games and wave a Nishitetsu flag out of spite.

Otaku didn’t have to be into anime; they merely have to be meticulously dedicated to their interest. They propel a hobby to a life style.



TK: Another friend became obsessed with the magical girl show Majokko Megu-Chan (Little Meg the Witch Girl) after listening to the opening song on a lark. He would scrawl episode synopses in the margins of his notebooks with the most painfully cramped handwriting. They were like reading Buddhist sutras.

DK: Otaku sounds dangerously close to Asperger's syndrome.

TK: You need razor-sharp focus and dedication above all else.

DK: How did you get involved with writing manga?

TK: In High school I became involved in Dojinshi circles and knew that my future was in manga. My writing attracted interest from publishers and landed me my first job as an editor. During my spat at Kuwasawa Design School I fell in with Fujiwara Kamui (Emblem of Roto, character design for Terranigma) and the two of us created some real hum-dinger gags, like How to Rape, which was published in the short-lived Bishojo serial, Manga Burikko.

DK: What advice do you have for aspiring authors?

TK: Start by copying an existing work you admire. Study the panel layout, pacing, and tricks used to grab the eye. Creating parodies or unofficial sequels is a good launching point, though you can’t technically sell the work. Even pros steal, but they have to make it not so obvious.

There is a common misconception that you need to get your foot in the door through the mochikomi system of bringing your work to a powerful editor for publication. I tell my students not to bother. You’re essentially begging, groveling at their feet to for the privilege or subjugating yourself to their demands. The whole relationship starts off backwards. Assuming you get picked up for serialization—which is a big if, given that your performance depends on the company, the editor, and the phase of the moon—you are indebted to them and sacrifice any shred of creative freedom you were hoping to maintain.

The best thing to do is make your work available for free. Get it out there and let it speak for itself. With the Internet it’s never been easier to have your voice be heard. I’ve never had to endure clandestine agreements with an editor to be published, and neither should you!

-----

Takekuma had barely scratched the surface of his life story, but we were nearing the four hour mark and the staff wanted us out of there. We'll have to wait until the second Takekuma Festival to hear the real dirt on Miyazaki, Gainax, and his predictions of the manga industry's eventual collapse.

Saturday, August 28, 2010

TSB: Year One

Somehow we've managed to keep this mess going for a year! It's been nothing but non-stop fun, from the ridiculous events to obscure manga and creepy cosplay. The blog started as a way for us to transmit the odd things we dug up on the weekends before going on to emit a low, droning hum that slowly drew like-minded people to us like graboids to footfalls.

We've compiled a list of our Top 10 posts from the past year. They represent important firsts, older posts that didn't get the love they deserved, and most importantly, fringe hobbyism finally made available in English! Enjoy the fruits of our labor, only slightly spoiled by age.

Yokoi Gunpei's House of Gaming
A three-part summery of the rare and out of print biography of gaming's greatest innovator, Yokoi Gunpei. His name is synonymous with the Game Boy, Metroid, and plethora of childhood memories. But did you know about the whimsical toys he developed before the Game & Watch or the true story behind the Virtual Boy? It's all here, and more.
(Special thanks goes to Demerin Kaneko for loaning this to us for the post!
)

Prince Shotoku
A word of warning before you jump in: Reading Prince Shotoku is the same as going down on Madonna too soon. Everything else in your life will pale by comparison. But oh, it's worth selling your soul to plumb the depths of wanton pleasure.

Moé! Moé! Cthulhu Fhtagn!
Like chocolate natto, the Moe Moe Cthulhu Mythos Encyclopedia is a magic combination that makes the disgusting palatable, if not pleasant. Consider it a gateway drug for the harder stuff we've got lined up. Note: Voidmare hates this post

The Joy of Cooking With Insects
Join us on our culinary adventure under the rug where we learn how cockroaches can save humanity from starvation.

Zenryoku Saka
Hot girls running up hills! Catch it Monday through Thursday from 1:15 AM!

BLObPUS Interview
Our first interview and it really shows. I remember, the first thing I asked BLObPUS was, "Hey, do you know where BLObPUS is?" Still, he's got the sickest soft vinyl designs in the country and he deserves all the coverage he can get.

Welcome to Planet Jaguar
Armed with the flamboyance of Ziggy Stardust, the nasal rasp of Bob Dylan, and the production values of a karaoke track, Jaguar was poised to reshape the musical landscape in his image. Find out more about him and his public access TV show.

Top 10 Creepy Japanese PSAs
The Japanese Ad Council has been scaring the country into obedience since 1971. Come see the best nightmare fuel that their fright chemists have concocted over the decades.

Galaxy Ginza

We dip our toes into the toxic pool of scanlation with the irreverent Galaxy Ginza. See you all in L.A. tomorrow night! BABY!!!

House
I'm overjoyed that the Janus Collection's official release of House brought it to an international audience, and at the same time saddened that it made this article obsolete. It's still up for posterity's sake. At the very least it's worth keeping as a repository of the film's craziest kills!

Last but not least, it wouldn't be a birthday without presents! Consider this a secret re-post that couldn't make the Top 10 list. What could it be? You'll find out after opening it!

CLICK HERE, Lars-chan!


We managed to dig this first in the first year and we're only now hitting our stride. Who can say what pay dirt we'll hit in the second? Stay tuned for more of the niche research and irrelevant information you've come to expect from TSB.

Monday, August 23, 2010

Umezu Movie Posters

When we first started this blog, I did a few posts on my Japanese movie poster and flyer collection but stopped for reasons I can't remember. More than likely I just forgot, but I'm back on track! Here are a couple cross collectible gems on display in the TSB laboratory:

Ohbayashi's Infamous The Drifting Classroom (alternate illustrated edition)

The Snake Girl and the Silver-Haired Witch
(triple feature with Gamera vs. Gaos and Warning From Space!!!)

Monday, August 16, 2010

Comiket 78: Day 3

During the third and final day the press of bodies reached a fever peak. The air in the convention center shimmered with the heat of the crowd. These mirages were strong enough to trick you into believing that beyond the next row of porn comics would be something worth your time.

Lo and behold, we were rewarded for our perils, but barely struggled back outside with our lives. I could scarcely believe that what I held in my hands was real and not a side effect of the heat sickness. Gaze upon the proof!

The Best of Comiket 78 Part II!


If Team America and Toyfair mated, the resulting spawn would be Jihad Warrior TALIBAN! Even I'm not a big enough asshole to spend eight bones on a paper-thin gag, but the proprietor was giving them away for FREE under the condition that we "don't get angry." Perhaps he felt guilty for single handedly burying all the other merch at Comike under a hail of insipid insanity. In either case, we will be back to discuss in-depth the stone-cold truths of World War III!

The birth of the New Taliban! All this and more next time.

The newest issue of Takekuma's brainchild Mavo dropped today and we jumped on the chance to shake our sweaty hands with the man behind the genius satire Even a Monkey Can Draw Manga. This latest issue will be the last printed release, as Mavo is moving on to solely electronic publishing from volume 6. The highlight of volume 5 is unquestionably the 16 page special Iya~n Ecchi no Suke by Demerin Kaneko. His booth was also the first place to get your hands on the one-man animation that's being lauded as the next Daikon IV, The Messenger from the Sea (海からの使者).




First you die... Then the nightmare begins! Truer words have never been spoken. Dream Sequence presents a stunning series of ghoulish pinups that wouldn't look out of place gracing the cover of a Clive Barker novel or the pages of a Monster Manual with their amateur charm. And no, those dates aren't tacked on to make it feel more authentic. These guys have really been at it for over 20 years!

Now, a Gundam X Dragon Ball Z parody might seem obvious. But obvious and overplayed are on opposite sides of the credibility spectrum, and the suffocating volume of Hatsune Miku X Moe Flavor of the Week mash-ups make this low hanging fruit into golden apples by comparison.

This is a relic from a time when fandom was guilty by association as opposed to guilty by a court of law. A single shot ringing out in the dark in the hopeless conflict against a mad loli world... Where are the New Taliban when you need them?


These Da vincian sketches illustrate the horrible reality of moe physiology to help bridge the gap between fantasy and reality. Big floppy feet may be a visual shortcut for childlike innocence but they suggest monstrously swollen bones. A lifetime of knock-kneed poses has permanently bent the legs inward, while the idealized heart-shaped face hides a rat-toothed alien skull.

The anatomical correctness makes this more perverted than any ero-guro "artist" could pretend to dream of.


Alan Moore threw one of his patented hissy fits when he found out that manga Swamp Thing re-wrote the character as a florist searching for his lost girlfriend.


Execution reenactments are the new big thing with military cosplay fanatics.


The highlight of the weekend was meeting the legendary Air Man face to face. Ironically his costume isn't ventilated so I hope he didn't get heat stroke.


Plain-clothes rider cosplay seems like cheating until you realize that these guys watched the show as children and had to wait over twenty years to grow up and carve enough notches into their transformation belts to play the part authentically. That's dedication!


The most appalling gaffe of the day was from a twenty-something who mistakenly labeled this costume as Kendo Man. What's wrong with you kids? Read the crotch! Don't you know Big the Budoh when you see him?


Seeing his foam rubber nose made me think about how awesome it would be if the Jim Henson Company teamed up with Studio Ghibli.



Mr. Xbox 360 was standing with his friends Mr. Phillips Interactive, Mr. Jaguar and Mr. Virtual Boy but they faded into obscurity too fast for us to snap a picture.


Rocking his beach bum duds, Master Roshi knew how to beat the heat while the other maniacs were roasted alive, trapped inside their giant human toasters.


Is it worth risking your body's precious bodily fluids and an ambulance ride for the sake of a few chuckles? Gag cosplayers are beyond reason. At least the Zaku is trying to take the edge off with his Zeon-issue crocs.


The middle-aged, portly version of Eiga Dorobo is part of a spin-off campaign against installing spy cameras into public toilets.

That's that! I hope you enjoyed the trip from the safety of your air-conditioned bedroom. Comiket was an excellent spectacle but a terrible thing to make a habit of. One day should be more than enough sweat, tears, and moe for any normal person. Now I need to spend the rest of the week recuperating and restoring my electrolytes. That, and enjoying the goods that were too sketchy even for us to post.

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Comiket 78: Day 2

We at TSB dish out our share of friendly ribbing to the cosplay community in the name of good fun and fair play. While our motives may have more in common with Statler and Waldorf, far be it for us to stay huddled in the safety of our balcony seats. Today is the day that we open ourselves for attack and travel deep behind enemy lines for the sake of curiosity and journalistic integrity. Today is the day that we cosplay!

Voidmare (left) as Demerin Kaneko and Dr. Senbei (right) as Kazuo Umezu

Phase I: The Metamorphosis


Attendees are free to arrive in costume if they like, but props and photography are only allowed within one of two designated outdoor areas. Stepping into this zone is like traveling to another planet, so cosplayers need to register and obtain the appropriate passport to enter.

Registration and the male changing room is located at the top of the world’s longest escalator. Its grinding steps take in normal men and process them into schoolgirls and childhood hero fantasies made real. During the endless climb, we couldn’t help but stare at the line of newly unmasked perverts with a mix of trepidation and excitement, knowing that it would soon be our turn. And that during the equally ponderous descent back down, the procession of peering eyes would be turned back upon us.

The changing area itself is part field hospital, part backstage of a newhalf cabaret show. All cosplayers are corralled into a single convention-hall sized chamber that offers all the privacy of a crowded beach. We had to press through a shag carpet of men in various states of undress and woman's dress to find an open spot and set up shop. Though honestly, if you’re too timid to let it hang loose in front of your peers, you don’t have what it takes to brave the cosplay pit. It’s like an Olympic sized high school locker room, only with the jocks checking each other’s makeup and putting on their girlfriend’s fake lashes.

Props need to be checked in as well. The staff carefully measured our accessories with the scrutiny of a police clerk examining a firearm for registration. Anything over 30 centimeters is out, as are weapons, breakables, and music. Once the bureaucracy recognized us as a non-threat, our passport was stamped and we were free to pass through customs.


Part II: The Trial

Finally, after putting up with the paper work, it’s time to meet our adoring public! We arrived early to secure a choice spot on the West lot, and within the hour the slow trickle of people had collected into a whirlpool of photographers and other cosplayers. Trannys to the left of me, moe to the right. And here I am, stuck in the middle with… another tranny, though Voidmare wasn’t wearing a bra so he gets off on a technicality.

And oh, how my expectations were shattered! I had anticipated to be embarrassed, to have people snicker at us cruelly in passing, or worse still, ignore us completely! Imagine my surprise at the waves of Umezu fans asking excitedly for our picture. We were even photographed by a cross dresser, thus completing the circle. Some approached hesitantly, while others made a beeline across the lot, alerted to us by word of mouth. Our costumes may have been more misses than hits, but all those hits were bull’s eyes. To be accepted by all or be loved by a few—that is the cosplayer’s dilemma.

Part III: Contemplation

If an ego can be fed, one must be careful to regulate its diet. The soul can’t subside on junk food. With that said, cosplay may seem like the spiritual equivalent of cotton candy—fluffy, childish, devoid of nutrition—yet in reality there could be no better power snack. Cosplay inspires fresh creative outlets, brings hobbyists together, and gives back to the community. This last point resounded with us most strongly. The relationship between the viewer and the viewed is mutually rewarding. Some cosplay to fascinate, some to fantasize, still others to disgust. Regardless of the seemingly self-serving reasons, the spectacle brings nothing but smiles, wry or otherwise. I have nothing but praise for cosplayers and the culture surrounding it.



But I’ll still make fun of you if you look like this guy.

Friday, August 13, 2010

Comiket 78: Day 1



A mixture of broiling humidity and the human stench of the throng hung over the event like hot swamp gas, sapping us of the will to protest. This time there's no rants about the sad state of fandom or inquests into the endless rows of pedophile dojinshi. Even the middle aged transvestites have become mere window dressing.

We braved the heat and moral ambiguity to bring you:

THE BEST OF COMIKET 78!




At least, I can relive my glory days of slaughtering hordes of goblins during my quest for the nefarious Witch King. The time of HeroQuesting is again upon us!

Everything in Dungeon Mania, from the game board, rules, and monsters are lifted wholesale from the Game's Workshop classic. The only thing it brings to the table is the delightfully generic fantasy box art, which may have been taken from any number of early 80's metal albums.

But enough nitpicking. Who wants to go on an adventure with me?

Another metal album-inspired purchase. It struck me as production art for the Vic Rattlehead Desert Storm trading card.

TSB's love for Tackle knows no bounds so we jumped on the chance to own the first fan-zine dedicated to our precious Electro-Magnetic Wave Human. She tears more Black Satan ass in these few pages than she did across the entirety of Stronger.

Anyone that's seen an episode of Kamen Rider has entertained the thought that they could write a better plot, but none have been so proactive to go through with it. Until now! Behold, the never to be produced sequel to Sky Rider in all of its well intentioned madness.

Follow Sky Rider through the daily trials and tribulations of adjusting to life as a modified human. How does it affect his love life? His friends? Could this be the Japanese Spider-Man we've always wanted?

I'm still in mourning over the passing of the realistic sketchy style of late 80's manga used to great effect by guys like Masamune Shirow, so I'm a sucker for any art shaded with an excessive use of pencil lines instead of screen tone. Being a collection of Resident Evil side stories is icing on the cake.




A bizarre fusion of robot suit costuming and your run of the mill bikini cheesecake. At any rate, hotter than most Asuka cosplay.



Robin Mask ready to Tower Bridge some mangy git



Shadow Man is getting a bit too Japonesque for her own good, but Dr. Wiley is in perfect form with his skull belt buckle.



Not pictured: The ping-pong ball in his ass.
(But seriously, does anyone know who he's supposed to be?)



The big brother of the Inugami clan gives us an appropriately disturbing pose.



We have a winner! All the other Haruhis can go home.



Kamen Rider 1 and Kamen Rider 2 monitor the grounds, making sure that their child fans don't end up the subject of next season's dojinshi.



This is what the signs around the convention hall mean when they proclaim that "increased police protection is strongly in force."



Mr. Tranny Banana is so apeal-ing.



This one's for our fans on 2-chan.



The thronging mass plotting new ways to shock and disgust. Don't let us down!

Monday, August 9, 2010

Shinjuku Drug Cats


After running this site for nearly a year our resolve has been worn down to the nub... We now join every other Japan blog in saying "LOL! CATS IN JAPAN ARE SO KAWAII AND WACKY!!!" Almost.

When I saw a crazed mob over a hundred strong swarming a street corner in Shinjuku, my first thought was that they must be giving out those Tenga eggs again so I hopped right into the line. Imagine my disappointment when I squeezed my way to the front and found a family of cats asleep on a traffic signal box. Everyone else, however, was too ecstatic to notice that six feet away there stood a seriously creepy man dressed in cat hair, lurching over a pet cage and getting his rocks off gazing intently at the giddy young girls. He didn't even try to hide the fact that he tranquilized the poor things and planted them there for his own deviant pleasure.

Thursday, August 5, 2010

2010 Kanazawa Film Festival

SHOCK! FEAR! BIZARRE HAPPENINGS! True to the sensational headlines on the marquis, this year's Kanazawa Film Festival, subtitled "The International Horror Convention", promises to send a chill down your spine during the hot summer nights with creepy flicks from Japan, America, and Asia.



Japanese Horror

The home team has a strong showing from a bevy of genre legends, including Ringu director Nakada Hideo's freshmen outing that set the stage for Sadako's takeover, Jyoyuurei (Women Ghost), Jyaganrei (Vengeful Spirit) with art direction from Konaka Chiyaki of The Shadow Over Innsmouth, and Kourei (Seance) by Kurosawa Kiyoshi of Sweet Home, Kairo, and CURE fame.

While it's well and good to recognize these innovators of the suburban ghost story, the real gem of the Japanese block is Goke, the Body Snatcher from Hell. Released by the Shochiku Company, who, as the film's title would suggest, served was 60's Japan's number one source of campy sci-fi, churning out hits like Living Skeleton, Genocide, and The X From Outer Space.



Western Horror

I can't expect any of you to be bothered to haul yourselves up and into the sunlight for films you can pirate for zero effort on Youtube, but there's something to be said about being able to see not one, but TWO of Carpenter's classics, They Live and Prince of Darkness, on the big screen and with an energized crowd that would welcome Roddy Piper to their next company picnic. They've even got the H.P. Lovecraft Historical Society in on the ploy with their showing of The Call of Cthulhu, filmed in sanity-blasting Mythoscope.



Asian Horror

This year's festival travels to the darkest depths of the orient to bring you a sampling of the best of the worst. Laugh at the Hong Kong horror-comedy Mr Vampire! Shake your head at the incredulous creature feature from Korea starring a mutant man-eating boar, Chaw. And have your lawyers at the ready for Song at Midnight, the Chinese Phantom of the Oprah.



Aside from the eclectic lineup of films, you can also look forward to discussion panels and special events, including the unveiling of previously unreleased footage from haunted sites deemed too disturbing for the light of day, a talk with Japan's foremost ghost hunter Koike Takehiko, and as always, a knock-down white knuckle brawl of pop culture brawn between rapper Utamaru (AKA the Cinema Hustler), likely baby-eater and exploitation maniac Takahashi Yoshiki, and up-and-coming mystery/horror author Hirayama Yumeaki.

This is merely a sampling of this year's goods so check out the official homepage if you haven't already. Be there and be warned: Don't DARE take the trip... alone!

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Even Mangaka Get Motion Sickness!

A slew of mangaka, including TSB favorites Demerin Kaneko and George Akiyama, have created mini web comics for motion sickness medicine Travelmin (トラべルミン).

"If there is one thing that I teach you kids, let it be this: Adults get car sick too! I'm living proof!"

The company originally asked Kazuo Umezu to draw a comic in the style of Drifting Classroom, but due to acute tendinitis Demerin stepped up to pinch hit for him.

"It was then that I... a man's man like myself... got sea sick" George Akiyama