I don't watch that many morbid flicks,
so it's safe to say that Suicide Club is the most disturbing one I've
seen so far.
The film opens in a subway platform
where 54 female high school students committed suicide. As the train
approaches the platform, the students line up beyond the yellow line,
hold hands, count to two and jump to the tracks as the train
approaches. For the next hour and a half, tons of people will commit
suicide in the same manner.
And for the next hour and a half, you'd
wonder what pushes these people to take their own lives, excited and
carefree. One minute they're happily chatting with friends, the next
they're jumping off a building. Along with the audience, the police
wonders if it's murder or just a suicide fad. Over the course of
history, there had been suicide cults so it wouldn't be the first
time that a group of people decides to commit suicide at the same
time. But as a sports bag appears multiple of times in the suicide
scene, the police grows suspicious. What's even more intriguing is
how inside the sports bag, there are slabs of skin are sewed
together.
The movie manages to sustain interest
all throughout the movie. At first it's a group suicide, then smaller groups follow. There are instances that an individual would do it.
There's no obvious pattern on the suicide victims, no common place,
no reason at all why these individuals commit suicide. Then we start
to get to know the police officers who are involved in the case. We
see how they are affected by the case, how it starts from being just
a case to something more personal.
I like how they tell the story, how one
scene weaves into another. How questions pile up and you have no
choice but to tune in, no matter how gut-wrenching the scenes are
becoming. A couple of times, I wanted to stop watching because I
didn't think I could handle more bloodbath. But I continued watching
because there are enough elements to hold my attention, to make me
continue watching.
