While some are sure to be enjoying Exodus: Gods and Kings this weekend, in spite of its questionable taste in its ethnic diversity, I decided to dive a bit back into Ridley Scott's back catalog with Black Rain, which certainly can't be accused of not having a lot of Japanese actors in prominent roles (though, since this is an 80s action thriller, it obviously needed to have Al Leong show up for at least 5 seconds). It did leave me with an odd sour feeling about it, though, since it's not particularly hard to read it as a film where American values solve the problems of a foreign country; in this case, the brash Nick Conklin (Michael Douglas, doing his best with some thin material masquerading as a conflicted character) is the guy that's going to bring a nasty Yakuza mid-boss to justice, and maybe inspire a Japanese person or two to follow his example in future events where those guys step out of line. Sure, it puts a lot of innocent people in danger and might get some of them killed, but it eventually gets the results! It gets so thick on Nick's ends justifying the needs that you're half expecting the inevitable final fight to play out to some rad guitar solo to illustrate just how awesome Nick is, which makes it all the more surprising that it does actually happen.
But ignoring the highly questionable aspects of how one-sided this culture clash is, Black Rain has a big issue in that it takes itself way too damn seriously for a film that so often beggars belief with how the story transpires. It becomes a running joke with how it treats the deaths of various characters by being rather over-the-top with how they die. It's not enough that a Japanese broker dies early on in a restaurant: he has to bleed all over his mafia contacts at a restaurant in spectacularly lurid fashion, as if they didn't have enough red sauce on their pasta already. Scott occasionally has an issue where his visual acumen overrides plausibility, leading to bouts of unintentional lunacy. A guy bleeding all over a busy restaurant is a nice visual idea, but when it's paired to a gritty crime thriller, it can't help but look out of place. Michael Mann levels of consistency, this is not.
Major quibbles aside, Black Rain is a fairly entertaining film, and at the very least, Scott's visuals are certainly a strong point (especially with Jan De Bont on photography). Hans Zimmer's score feels like a good match for the visuals, too, kickin' rad guitar solo aside. The actors on the whole do well in their parts, with only Kate Capshaw being the only sour note among them (not much anyone can do there, I'm afraid). Far from a truly remarkable film on its own merits, Black Rain is a decent watch, but I'd advise not thinking about it too hard. It definitely leads to the wrong kind of lasting impression, one that recent controversies in Scott's output are sure to exacerbate.
I also watched Cyborg a little earlier in the month, and that's some genuine bottom-tier Van Damme if I've ever seen it.