Monday, 31 October 2011

Cat People (1942)

OCTOBER 31, 2011

GENRE: PREDATOR (?), THRILLER

SOURCE: DVD (OWN COLLECTION)

For the first time since 2007, I watched a genuine classic on Halloween, though ironically it was also the most horror-lite movie of the month (besides Red State anyway). I had missed Cat People when TCM aired pretty much all of Val Lewton’s productions a few years back, and it wasn’t until I got a copy (with the sequel!) in a gift bag at Screamfest that I remembered “Oh yeah, I still haven’t seen this classic horror movie”. So now I can finally see the sequel AND the remake! And understand some Bowie songs.

Anyway, no dissent here – I dug the movie as much as everyone else who has put it in all those top 50 horror movies of all time lists and what have you. I think I prefer Bedlam over this one, but it’s still great, even if its horror elements are (like Bedlam’s) quite light compared to his others. It’s not until the final 30 minutes that you could even consider it a horror film, as until that point it’s pretty much just a sad drama about a man torn between his frigid wife and his coworker who is openly in love with him. The only hint we get about the wife’s problem comes early on, when she walks into a pet store and all of the “residents” freak out.

But when the suspense/scare scenes show up, they’re worth the wait. And – score one for understanding context and the history of the genre – this was apparently the first horror movie to have a fake scare based on similar noises. Sub-heroine Alice (played by Jane Randolph, with whom I was instantly smitten – how was she not a bigger star?) is being stalked by Irena (Simone Simon), and suddenly things get quiet. She turns around, and we expect Irena to pop out, but instead the loud sound we hear is actually a bus that has pulled up to where she is standing. Obviously I didn’t jump out of my seat like the audiences did back in 1942 (on Christmas, no less!), but I did enjoy finding out that this was the first fake scare of its type, and in fact the technique is referred to as a “Newton bus”, something that I’m sure actual director Jacques Tourneur finds quite annoying.

I actually preferred one of the others though, inside a pool. Not only does Ms. Randolph wear a swimsuit throughout the scene (and finally play a scene without one of her ugly ass hats), but I’ve seen a zillion women hurriedly walking through a deserted city street trying to evade a pursuer – it’s much less often I see one in the middle of a pool, knowing she’s in danger and unable to move quickly. Plus I figured she’d be a goner, and having already escaped once, this time there’d be no escape. Good little setpiece, that.

I was also tickled by the fact that the hero – named Oliver Reed, oddly enough – is kind of a dick. I couldn’t really feel too bad for him marrying Irena without ever having even kissed her – that’s psychotic. But he made his bed, and thus the fact that he instantly starts spending nights alone with Alice when she’s clearly into him is a bit douchey. Worse, he tells her about Irena’s problems with being intimate (ouch), and at one point, when the three of them are at a museum, basically tells Irena to get lost so he and Alice can enjoy the artwork without “boring” her. Yikes.

Interestingly, this subplot tied a bit into what I was saying yesterday about the Code, in a movie that also featured human/animal hybrids. As Irena can’t be kissed lest her “feline” side come out (so she says – the movie leaves it ambiguous), they actually work the lack of physical contact among the actors into the plot. And since the divorce never goes through as far as I know, Alice and Oliver are never physical and thus committing themselves to hell by smooching. The inability to show any real violence also allowed Lewton/Tourneur to keep the movie’s mystery a bit more ambiguous – had they been allowed to show someone getting clawed by a catwoman, they would have shown it, I’m sure – but since they couldn’t, they apparently figured that turning it into a debate point would be the best route to take (even when Irena is dead at the end, we’re never shown any specific evidence that she’s really part cat).

The disc has a trailer that makes it look more like a typical horror movie of the day, as well as a commentary by Greg Mank, who, like most film historians doing commentaries on movies that they weren’t actually involved with, tends to merely narrate the film while reciting the IMDb pages of everyone who shows up on-screen. He doesn’t seem to offer much insight or discuss the film’s greater importance in cinema history – even when he brings up the remake, he merely points out that the Alice character in that one had a nude scene. He edits in a few snippets of a phone interview with Simon, but she's hard to understand and basically just talks about how wonderful everyone was, so it doesn't really amount to much. I guess if you don’t have an internet connection then it’s worth a listen; otherwise just go on Wikipedia and access the bios of the people you want to learn more about, and spare yourself a dry summary of the film’s events in the process.

Screenwriter Dewitt Bodeen and the central cast (even Simon) returned for The Curse Of The Cat People, which I’ll probably check out next week. I think it’s the only sequel that Lewton made, and with Robert Wise at the helm I expect an above average production, but I haven’t heard too much about it. So you guys tell me – should I put it off for a while, or see it ASAP?

What say you?

And so we say goodbye to October...

... and all of these creepy little bastards as well.

31 of the creepiest kids in horror movie history, that's what we have here. There's no Regan, no Damian. No Malachai, no Samara. You already know they're amazing, you don't need to be told that again. They obviously deserve love on any creepy kid list, but we wanted to dig deeper and find something other than the same 5 to 10 kids that seem to pop up on every creepy kids list available on line. They rock too, but they are only the beginning.

There's always great stuff below the surface if you dig. We dug, and we found some greatness. Now, go experience them for yourselves.

Cronenberg and Cronenbergesque


Happy Halloween, everyone.

I watched a double feature of David Cronenberg's Videodrome and Ken Russell's Altered States on Saturday night, and I have a question for you:

Do I get more credit for watching these two seminal 1980s horror head trips as a double feature, than I lose credit for having never seen them before?

I was on a podcast back in August where Videodrome came up for discussion, and I had to admit I'd never seen it. I made a mental note to correct that as soon as possible (two-and-a-half months later, it turned out), and when I saw it was available for streaming on Netflix, I added it to our instant queue.

Altered States was not available for streaming, but I'd meant to see it for a lot longer than I'd meant to see Videodrome. So when I was looking for something scary to arrive for Halloween weekend, I bumped it up to the top of the queue without a second thought.

We might not have watched either if the evening had gone as originally planned. My wife and I have been talking about re-watching Poltergeist forever, and I actually borrowed it from the library last weekend as an option to watch on the projector setup. (See here for a fuller discussion of my projector weekend.) I know we'd talked about watching it in conjunction with Halloween, but I considered last weekend to be close enough, as many cinephiles theme their viewings for the entire month of October. But last weeked my wife wasn't into it, and this weekend, she expected we could find it for streaming on Netflix. I think it was once available, but not anymore.

She didn't initially seem interested in Videodrome because she thought she'd already seen it. However, when we were browsing through our instant queue, and she read the description, she decided it was Cronenberg's Scanners she'd already seen. So off we were on our Videodrome journey.

I have to say, I really dug this film. Just a quick plot summary for those of you not familiar with it: James Woods plays a sleazy co-owner of a small cable station that specializes in sex and violence, attempting to carve out a niche market that can keep it in business. He becomes fascinated with a pirated satellite signal of a show called Videodrome, which shows nothing but torture. He can't look away from it -- there's a reason that I won't go into here -- but he believes it to be a very convincing fake. Steadily he starts learning more about this underground property called Videodrome, that it's actually real, and that the sado-masochist he's just started sleeping with (a radio host played by Deborah Harry) wants to be on the show. As he becomes more and more obsessed with Videodrome, he starts hallucinating such things as his television coming alive -- pulsating like a living organism. And he starts getting warned away from the dangers of Videodrome, by a mysterious client, and by a pseudo-scientific organization that's testing the effects of the cathode ray on the human mind, run by a crackpot named Brian O'Blivion who appears only on video, never in person.

My mind feels a little thick this morning, and I'm not entirely happy with that synopsis, but let's proceed.

The movie was a revelation, especially for 1983. It's got incredible makeup effects (Rick Baker is and always has been a genius) and some terrifically trippy scenes of transmogrification. But what amazed me most is how much it seems to have anticipated the world in 2011. Not only does it seem to have a real understanding of the mindset of why people are so fascinated with reality television (a concept that was, at that point, a good decade away), but its handle on what fascinates us about torture seems to anticipate the torture porn subgenre in mainstream movies. (Which may have already run its course, but still qualifies as a "current" media issue.) The movie has a ton of interesting ideas about our inability to distinguish between real life and television imagery, including the idea that a television image may be more "real" than our real lives. (There's a logic behind it that I won't try to explicate here.) It's all founded on the idea that the cathode ray has an effect on our brain that makes our brain unable to differentiate, which certainly sounds plausible to me. Which makes some of the stuff that happens in this film all the more deliciously horrifying.

Also, Videodrome seemed a quintessential Cronenberg film in so many ways, its themes of transmogrification echoing in both films I've seen (Naked Lunch and The Fly) and films I haven't seen but know a bit about (eXistenZ).

Now, we'd thought Altered States was also David Cronenberg. It's right up his alley in terms of subject matter. However, it turns out that this film was directed by Ken Russell, a guy I know more for his interest in the psychosexual (Crimes of Passion, Whore and in a more genteel respect, Women in Love) than for heady philosophical ambitions related to perception and the capabilities of the human mind.

Altered States was not as satisfying for me, even though it's the film I've heard significantly more about. I should have known it was at least flawed, considering that the great Paddy Chayefsky adapted the screenplay from his own sci-fi novel -- but was disappointed enough in the results that he changed his writing credit to the pseudonym Sidney Aaron.

Altered States concerns a professor of abnormal psychology (William Hurt) who has been performing tests on students in which they are suspended in sensory deprivation tanks, using these experiments to test his theories on schizophrenia. When his curiosity gets the best of him upon hearing some of his subjects' feedback about their perceptual experiences, he tries his own turn in the deprivation tank and experiences a revelatory state of ecstasy. This starts him down a rabbit hole to push the envelope of his own perceptual capacity further and further. On a trip to Mexico, he sits in with a tribe of Indians and trips on their nearly toxic concoction involving hallucinogenic mushrooms (and who knows what else). When he takes this concoction back to his lab and combines it with the sensory deprivation tank, he regresses to a feral mental state that manifests itself in changes to his actual physical body.

This was another film that floored me for what it was capable of doing given the year (1980). The makeup effects by Dick Smith are quite good, but they probably did not strike me the way they would have had I not just watched the master Rick Baker at work in Videodrome (which includes seamless scenes of James Woods reaching inside his own stomach). The visual aspects of Altered States that really impressed me were the nightmarish montages William Hurt (in his first film role!) endures during his altered states of perception. They are like bad-trip music videos, and they are wonderfully creepy. However, I guess I'd say that I find that a bit less impressive than the hallucinations in Videodrome, in terms of their ability to disturb me and in terms of their technical achievements. Whereas the hallucinatory world suffuses the action in Videodrome, such that Woods is interacting with a TV screen that seems to actually be bulging outward into the physical environment, much of the cool visual stuff in Altered States exist within the separate space of montage. That doesn't make it any less frightening -- in fact, I found it quite frightening. But I was a little less impressed, because I'd just seen something that struck me as much harder to pull off in the other movie.

What's really impressive about Altered States is how much it's willing to "go there" in a mainstream film. The ideas in this film can truly be disturbing at times -- in fact, they seem to have disturbed Chayevsky a little too much. Part of the reason he disavowed himself from it, according to wikipedia, had to do with the "intensity of the performances." That could be a jab at Russell for not reigning in his actors, or it could just be that this was his only way to describe how unsettled the film had made him -- so unsettled that he felt he didn't want to be associated with it any more than he already had been.

I'd also guess that my appreciation of Altered States, while still quite high, was affected a little bit by the fact that I couldn't watch the whole thing on Saturday night. Stupidly ambitious, I started watching it at just before midnight (my wife didn't participate because she'd already seen it). I made it about a half-hour before deciding I needed to take one of my patented late-night naps -- you know, sleep for a bit and then continue watching at 2 a.m. or something. It actually worked out, but after another half-hour or so of watching, my son awoke and wouldn't go back to sleep.

So I took him out to the couch and hoped to finish watching while he slept on my stomach. Of course, he was too interested in the moving images to go back to sleep, and I didn't want to scar this kid for life. So when I got sick of trying to position him so his head wouldn't be facing the disturbing images on screen, I decided to just call it for the night and let us both get to sleep. I watched the last 45 minutes the next afternoon while he was napping and I was carving a jack-o-lantern. Tellingly, I was still creeped out -- but this is a movie that should really be watched in the wee hours of the morning to have its greatest effect.

Tonight, with any luck, we will have enough candy to hold a steady stream of trick-or-treaters at bay, and then we'll shut our lights off and watch Poltergeist -- if, that is, I can find it at the library today.

If not, we'll see what other twisted treats Netflix streaming may have in store for us.

31 Days of Creepy Kids- Day 31, Sam (Trick r' Treat)



As we come to the last day of October, it's only fitting that our final creepy kid is the actual spirit of Halloween.

Trick 'r Treat is an absolute gem of a movie that was shelved for years before finally seeing a DVD release. No one on this planet will ever be able to convince me that this movie couldn't have drawn people to theaters, because in many ways, it's the quintessential Halloween movie. Yes I know, it's blasphemy, because 1978's Halloween is the quintessential Halloween movie. Well it is too, but you know what? Trick 'r Treat deserves that title every bit as much.

We love Halloween, Sam... so don't kill us.

The movie takes place on Halloween night in a small town, and shows the paths of various trick or treater's and party goers, as the spirit of Halloween lays waste to the wicked. Wicked as in they don't respect Halloween, so they gotta go.

I know it sounds like were kissing ass here, but this movie really is magical. The main source of that magic is Sam; the creepy kid with the sack on his head, who just so happens to be the vengeful spirit of All Hallows Eve... that's not necessarily a fact, but we're pretty sure that's the case. If he isn't the spirit of Halloween, then Halloween sent him here to kill. One or the other, take your pick.

Maybe he's both.

The movie is broken up into different segments, and Sam ties them all together, making subtle yet important appearances in all of them... although there's nothing subtle about his appearance in the last segment. That one is all him. Vampires, serial killers, werewolves, zombie kids, hot chicks, and ghosts... this movie has it all.

He likes to watch.


The Master Says- If you haven't seen this movie yet, really, go and buy it now. Netflix it, rent it, watch it on Fearnet all day today... just see it. Trick 'r Treat is to Halloween what A Christmas Story is to Christmas. We really just said that, and even more shocking is that it's a true statement. If there's such thing as a perfect horror flick, this is it. And really, Sam is an amazing character... who needs a sequel!

If the new shorts on Fearnet are any indication, we will be seeing more of Sam.

Sunday, 30 October 2011

Island Of Lost Souls (1932)

OCTOBER 30, 2011

GENRE: CLASSIC, MAD SCIENTIST

SOURCE: THEATRICAL (REVIVAL SCREENING)

I can always count on the New Beverly to provide an HMAD entry or two in October, as their love of classic cinema (i.e. not the stuff I show like Shocker) and the unavoidable horror-heavy programming that most repertory theaters have during the month means they'll be showing stuff from the 30s-50s that I've never seen. Additionally, today's movie was going to be the decidedly non-classic Just Before Dawn, which was the final movie for the Aero's horrorthon, but that didn't happen*, and so I found myself plunked down in my favorite seat for Island Of Lost Souls, the first adaptation of "The Island Of Dr. Moreau".

Surprisingly there have only been three official adaptations of the novel, and considering how the last one turned out, I doubt another will be along anytime soon. I haven't seen the 70s one, but this one is much better than the "Brando has an ice bucket hat" version, at least as a piece of filmed entertainment. I have not read the book and thus cannot speak to how faithful either version is to its source material, but whereas the 1996 film was an incoherent, ridiculously miscast movie with obvious tinkering throughout, this one is wonderfully straightforward and enjoyable, with great performances and the inherent charm of old-school horror films.

Interestingly, it's the things that separate it from many of the other horror films of the era that drew my attention. While Richard Arlen as Parker and Arthur Hohl as Montgomery give the sort of vague/basic (but solid) alpha male performances typical of the day, where you can basically swap their roles and it wouldn't make any difference, Charles Laughton as Moreau gives a terrifically understated performance, rare for a villain. He's not a very proactive guy - even when the others are trying to escape he just sort of hangs out and watches how it all goes down (knowing that the man-imals will get them anyway) - but there's a quiet menace there all the same. And unlike Brando, he's in it quite a bit; in fact I was surprised how early he showed up, and as he is the villain and this is an old horror movie, you can guess how much is left once he is dispatched (hint: less time than it takes to read this sentence).

I also enjoyed the makeup by Wally Westmore (sadly not even credited on the film itself), though there wasn't a lot of variety in the designs - everything sort of looked like an ape or cat type creature. Where's the Dogman, dammit! But it's solid, occasionally even creepy stuff, particularly near the end when 5-6 of them walk right up to camera in succession, yelling at Moreau. Bela Lugosi plays their leader ("Sayer of the Law"), and he of course gets the most complex makeup, however even though is face is otherwise completely covered those eyes give his identity away. Good ol Bela, I wish he was in the movie more. After his introduction around the halfway point he disappears until the climax, as do the majority of the other man-imals; I assume the makeup process was too time-consuming/complex to do too often?

Another interesting thing about the movie is that it was relatively early in the "talkie" era, so it's almost unnervingly quiet during the scenes where no one is talking. I guess they hadn't quite figured out foley yet, so lots of action bits (a man-imal tackling someone from a tree, for example) play mute, as do minor things like pouring a drink or whatever. There's also not a lot of music - this is one movie where remastering the sound to be in 5.1 or whatever would be a total waste of time.

I also noticed that the hero never actually kisses his fiance, which I wonder if was something related to the Hays Code. At one point he "kisses" (they literally just put their mouths together and remain entirely motionless) the Panther Woman, who looks like a regular woman except for her claw like hands, so was there a rule saying that he couldn't kiss another woman in the movie? You'd think a dude who was just reunited with the woman he was going to marry would attempt for some tongue action, but they just hug. Good ol' Code; apparently the movie was banned in Britain for a while and only released with an X (their R) 25 years later, partly because of Moreau saying that he felt like God.

Of course, this means that the horror elements are light; we never really see anything of note happen to anyone on-screen; even Moreau's demise is largely off-camera. It's interesting that Montgomery got away at the end though; while he was never a full on villain, he WAS involved, and part of the Code was that evil does not go unpunished (conversely, the overly helpful boat captain got killed for nothing), so those censors must not have been paying attention. On the other hand, it's structured just like every Universal horror movie ever made; the lovers, the villain who is civil to them, the creepy scenes in the woods, and even a climax featuring the villagers wielding torches! I should note that this was actually a Paramount release at the time (and the print still had its logo); it belongs to Universal now as part of a large acquisition they made years ago (same reason the Paramount production of Psycho is now a Universal title).

Island showed with Them!, which I would have loved to have seen in 35mm, but alas tonight was the first time all month I was able to make it to a haunted house. Sadly it was kind of lame (it was just the one house that takes 2 minutes to walk thorough, set up in someone's house in Burbank) but I was happy to be able to do SOMETHING seasonal related this month. I mean, yeah, there were festivals and all night horror fests, but how is watching horror movies any different than the other 11 months of the year for me? You October HMAD-ers all get to "quit" tomorrow - I keep on going!

What say you?

*After two movies, the managers of the Aero told us all that they were getting shut down by the electric company, who had to turn off the entire block for some reason. Apparently they had been fighting with them for 45 minutes and had gotten nowhere, so they told us all to leave and come back next weekend for the rest of the lineup. Which I and several others did, but apparently after another 15 minutes or so the power company relented and kept the power on and the horrorthon resumed. Of course by the time I found this out I was already back home a half hour away and in no mood to drive again (during which time I'd be missing The Pit anyway), so I got screwed. Thanks, Aero. Luckily, I finally saw Tourist Trap in 35mm, which was worth the price of admission alone, but I learned my lesson all the same - never defect from the New Bev!!

31 Days of Creepy Kids- Day 30, The Terror Tykes (The Brood)



Is their any creepy kid movie better than David Cronenberg's The Brood? I mean the guy virtually created his own sub-genre with Body Horror, by infusing elements of science with existential body dis-figuration...and all kinds of crazy psychological stuff. What he did with The Brood, and its unforgettable Terror Tykes, is simply masterful.

Something about kids in hoods...

The Brood is basically about a crazy doctor that hypnotizes some crazy chick into breeding mongoloid monster kids on her tummy. I think that sums it up just about perfectly.

She licks them clean, then they go play "Come with us to your death, outsider."

These Terror Tykes will attack anyone if they sense anger coming from their "Mother", which they do psychically by the way. So really, if you piss mom off, you're going to have a gang of crazy midgets trying to bite you to death. Is there anything more terrifying than a woman's mood being able to kill you? No, no there is not.

Another PMS induced attack.

The Master Says- The Brood is an all time classic that needs to be a part of anyone's horror repertoire. As far as terrifying children go, it doesn't get much better than this. If you don't know this movie, you need to become familiar with it. Real familiar... like over-eager date familiar. That's right. Touch it. No means yes.

It looks like they may want hugs...

Lirik Lagu Anima Rossa

Description: 11th opening

Performed by: Porno Graffiti
Lyrics: Okano Akihito
Music composition: Okano Akihito
Music arrangement: ak,homma, Porno Graffiti



kaze o kiru tsubame no you ni  
isshun de mezasu aoi umi e ikeru nara 
konna ni doro to hokori ni mamireta  
ibara no michi o yukazu sunda no ni 
senaka ni wa tsubasa wa haezu  
kono ashi wa motsure tsumazuki saki wa mada nagai


soredemo otokotachi wa hitamuki ni arukitsuzukeru


kimi ga koko ni iru koto de boku wa kono tabi no saki o shiru darou 
ashimoto o terashitekureru hikari no you ni kagayaiteru 
kimi to koko ni iru koto o boku wa sore o ai to yonde ii no kai? 
kono karada kono kokoro kimi o zutto mamoritai


soba ni iru  owari made


konayuki no kesshou no you ni  
utsukushii katachi no mono nante nozomanai 
mashite ya shimari no warui nareau bakari no mono nara  
mou nakute ii 
kirikiri to haritsumeteiru pianosen no you ni  
tsunagaru koto o nozonderu


kesshite me o sorasazu massugu ni mitsumetsuzukeru


unmei no kane ga naru  
sore wa naniiro no "asu" to yobu ndarou? 
yorokobi mo kanashimi mo bokutachi ni wa erabenai 
naraba kimi no namida ni mo hohoemi ni mo hana o soeyou 
sono kimochi kitto wasurenai  
boku to tomo ni yakitsukeyou


hanasanai  owari made


kimi ga koko ni iru koto de boku wa boku de iru imi o shiru nda 
hotobashiru makka na aijou boku no inochi o moyashiteru 
kimi no tame ni boku wa iru kara 
kono karada kono kokoro kimi o zutto mamoritai


soba ni iru  owari made  hanasanai

Lirik Lagu Shoujo S

Description: 10th opening

Artist: SCANDAL



sakki made to itteru koto chigau ja nai 
chotto dake sugao miseta keredo 
zutto iraira iraira shite wa 
atashi o mono mitai ni atsukatte 
sakki made to itteru koto chigau ja nai


dareka no sei ni shite wa nigekakure shiteru hibi 
ate ni naranai wa  
I'm sorry toriaezu sayonara


anata ga inai to iya iya tte ieru wagamama 
(zutto kienai you ni kesanai you ni) 
aijou? yuujou? shiritai koto wa nandemo 
(aimai sugite wakaranai yo) 
itsuka kokoro no oku no doa o tataku  
anata o matteiru


sakki kara jibun no koto bakkari ja nai 
chotto gurai kizutsuite mitara? 
sou yatte yasashii kotoba de gomakasanaide 
shinjirarenai wa  
kakkotsukenaide yo


nannen tatte mo itsu ni natte mo  
yamenaide


atashi ga inai to dame dame tte itte sunao ni 
(motto hoshigatte yo tsuyogaranaide) 
ai no zanzou yumemiru shoujo esukeepu 
(tsukamattari nigekittari) 
itsuka kokoro no kagi o kowasu you na...


anata ga inai to iya iya tte ieru wagamama 
(zutto kienai you ni kesanai you ni) 
aijou? yuujou? shiritai koto wa nandemo 
(aimai sugite wakaranai yo) 
itsuka kokoro no oku o daitekureru  
anata o matteiru


hoka ni wa nanimo iranai ya iya iya iya 
ashita mo shinjiteitai iya iya iya iya iya iya

Lirik Lagu Velonica

Description: 9th opening

Artist: Aqua Timez



zasetsu mamire ryuukou ni magire  
shiawase na furi o shite utau 
motto hashire to iikikashite  
mubou ni mo sotto kazakami e 
kita michi o ichibetsu yutori wa gomen  
shimensoka sansen ni tsugu one game 
"yama ari tani ari gake ari"  
chiri wa tsumotteku 
hateshinai tabi no tochuu de  
machi no hazure ni tachiyoru 
tsukareta ryouashi o sotto nagedashite  
nekorobu to kurikaesareru asai nemuri 
nando mo onaji ano yokogao  
nando mo onaji ano kotoba o... 
"ikiteru dake de kanashii to omou no wa  
watashi dake na no?" to 

tabako no kemuri ga chuu o uneri utsuro ni kieru 
kitto mada chikara naki osanai hi ni 

minakute ii kanashimi o mitekita kimi wa ima 
koraenakute ii namida o koraete sugoshiteru 
honto no koto dake de ikiteyukeru hodo 
bokura wa tsuyoku nai sa tsuyoku nakute ii 
ii? 

mochiageta mabuta sekai wa haru da  
sakurairo no kaze o kakiwakete 
haruka kanata e mukau tochuu  
kono na no hanabatake ni kimi wa ita no ka na 
kono sora ni tori no shiroi habataki o  
boku ga sagasu aida kitto 
kimi wa daichi ni mimi o sumashi  
ari no kuroi ashioto o sagashita ndarou na 

piero no you na kamen o haide  
taiyou ni wasurerareta oka ni tachi 

tsuki no hikari o abite fukaku iki o suu 
sara no wareru oto mo donarigoe mo nai sekai 
nukumori ga naku tatte ikite wa yukeru sa 
dakedo bokura ikiteru dake ja tarinakute 

mebuku daichi ya buatsui miki ya  
kiesaru niji ya sugisaru hibi ya 
yozora no supika shiki no fushigi ga  
oshietekureta shinjitsu o sagashitsuzukeru bokura ni 

doko made tabi o shite mo inochi no hajimari wa 
ikite ai saretai to naita hitori no akago 
koko de wa nai dokoka o mezasu riyuu to wa 
kokoro de wa nai dokoka ni kotae wa nai to shiru tame

Lirik Lagu CHU-BURA

Description: 8th Opening Theme

Written by Kojima Ryosuke and jam
Composed, Arranged and Performed by KELUN



chuuburarin na kimochi wo kakaete  kyou mo toki wa nagare sugite yuku 
kimi wo mitsumeru tobi komiageru  omoi mo umaku tsutaerarenai mama 

itsunomanika  wasureteita  namida ga umareru basho wo tadotte 

saa mabuta wo akete  sono namida to hikikae ni 
tobitatte ikeru  sono te ni todoku you ni 

omoi dashitanda  kimi no uta wo  setsunaku omou kimochi wo 

onaji DORAMA wo nando mo miteru  you na sonna ki ga shiteta zutto 
kimi ga waratte kureta shunkan ni  atarashii SUTOORII ga hajimatta 

chuuburarin na  aseta hibi ga  irozuiteiku no ga wakattanda 

saa mabuta wo akete  kodoku ni surikaeteta 
nakushiteta yuuki wo  kono te ni kakageyou 
koraeteta namida  ima  omoi dashita kara 
kimi no te wo nigitte  monogatari ga hajimaru 

aa ikusen no yoru wo  koete ima koko ni iru 
kizutsuitatte ii sa  ima tsutae you 
saa mabuta wo akete  hitori de furueteita 
kimi no te wo nigitte  omoi wo tsutaerunda 

omoi dashitanda  kimi no uta wo  setsunaku omou kimochi wo 
hadaka no mama no kokoro wo

Lirik Lagu After Dark

Description: 7th Opening Song

Sung by: ASIAN KUNG-FU GENERATION



senaka no kage ga nobikiru sono aima ni nigeru 
hagare ochita hana ni mo kidzukazu ni tobu


machikado amai nioi ryuusen 
tooku mukou kara 
dokoka de kitta you na nakigoe


yokaze ga hakobu awai kibou wo nosete 
doko made yukeru ka? 
sore wo kobamu you ni sekai wa yurete 
subete wo ubai saru 
yume nara sameta dakedo bokura wa 
mada nanimo shiteinai  
susume


mahiru no taida wo tachikiru you na soburi de ukabu 
umare ochita kumo made miorosu you ni tobu


machikado chi no nioi ryuusen 
tooku mukou kara 
dokoka de kiita you na nakigoe


dorodoro nagareru fukaku akai 
tsuki ga arawarete furareru sai 
detarame na hibi wo tachi kiritai 
nani kuwanu kao de owaranu you ni


yokaze ga hakobu awai kibou wo nosete 
doko made yukeru ka? 
sore wo kobamu you ni sekai wa yurete 
subete wo ubai saru 
yume nara sameta dakedo bokura wa 
mada nanimo shiteinai 
susume