Saw One Missed Call (the original, Japanese, film that is.) It was thankfully mostly jump-free. Apart from that, it was a fairly usual mix of hauntings and procedural ghost-hunting. The "monster" here is a series of chain-letter-like calls that are made from suicide victim's cellphones. Of course these suicides are supernatural and there's a big-momma-super-curse somewhere to be slain. The use of cellphones continues a rich tradition of horror mining the creeps from our new-fangled gadgets (a very refreshing change from the zombies of our past.)
This film was directed by Takashi Miike, who you may know from Ichi the Killer, or Visitor Q, or Audition, or some other extreme horror film. This is not one of those. It deals with unpleasant stuff and there's some great, gruesome special effects on display here, but nothing to compare with the rich psycho-sexual horribleness of Ichi, or the "Kiri-kiri-kiri" scene in Audition. This film is far more tame, far more straightforward. You can definitely tell that someone who knows what he's doing is behind the camera though. There's very few missteps and everything flows logically, ominously, and directly from the preceding information. There is no tedious i-dotting and t-crossing as with some horrors, and there's no pointless misdirection. If you're scared, it because of ghosts, not because of asshole teenagers.
I don't really have much to say about this film and I finished it quite late, so goodnight everyone!
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