Violence Jack wasn’t born, he was hatched. From a mountain top and a tumble weed of musk, he was spawned into the desert wasteland of who knows where, Japan. Mankind flounders like a fish in a microwave after a catastrophic earthquake that locked citizen’s underground, in despair and covered in bad 80’s fashion. Inevitably a creature such as Violence Jack bursts his way through the seeping womb of concrete to help these troubled souls and to show off his copious chest hair, pointy teeth and beast-like mane. Fashioned into a triptych of debauchery, the creators of Violence Jack, also #1 on JapanCinema’s top violent anime list, made three separate OVA’s depicting this manimal as the last hope of the humanoids post-earthquake. Each film is a swan song of death to those who defile the gentle and weak, the pure of heart wretchedly wandering the woe-begotten foothills that was once earth wearing scrunchies and acid wash jeans.
Film 1, entitled Harem Bomber, is perhaps an ode to either Heidi Fleiss or Karl Marx. The sex trade is alive and well beyond thunderdome as cute girls with razor cut bangs and asymmetrical bobs try to escape the clutches of the resident Madam and her desert humping band of hooligans. In an orgy scene fit for Hentai but censored by the good folks at Manga for descent Americans, smudged body parts are doing wild body things to these group of captured peasant girls to make them ‘docile’. For being created in 1988 this is pretty intense stuff and the only thing they are lacking is a man in a full leather body harness that lives in a wooden box. Head mistress and girl capturer herself decides to educate the two prettiest girls and her silver sliver eye patch glistens as she deflowers these maidens in full view of her servants…the rest of her henchmen…and us. Will Violence Jack be able to get through her impenetrable maidenhood fortress and save anyone?
Film 2, aptly named Evil Town and released in 1990 showcases Violence Jack buried alive in concrete(carbonite!) and unable to remember his own name. He is found by a group of women starved men in the underground police state entrapment of Section A. As food has run out they feast on rats, roaches and the odd shoe. Every day they carve a little more looking for a way out of the darkness. They want him to save them from the degenerate invertebrates of Section B, a motley crue intent upon the deflowering of young model maidens in section C. However Section C – former Models naturally – are tired of the constant unsolicited deflowering by various other stronger sections and beg for help from Violence Jack….but will it be too little too late?
Film 3, a roving band of crazed motorcyclists (as if there is any other kind) are burning towns and yet again, deflowering maidens. Seemingly bored with just regular deflowering they want full on deforestation and get particularly violent and crazed even for a motorcycle gang. Taking a scene right out of Scarface complete with chainsaw the crew gets inundated for bloodlust and starts performing acrobatics of torture on the beleaguered townsfolk bent on saving their young maidens. As they shred a poor teachers clothing and her dignity, a young previously raped crossbow princess comes to the rescue – but will Violence Jack be able to get there in time to gnash his teeth and beat his chest?
I can recommend these series if intense adult oriented anime is your thing. This isn’t Naruto or Bleach. There are no generic big eyed characters blushing and holding their knees in faux embarrassment. This is what anime used to be about in the 80’s. Gritty, violent, sexually provocative and with questionable fashion sense. Japanese animators were exploring the dynastics of post-apocalyptic nightmares and men still resembled men..chest hair and anatomically correct parts in place – though fuzzed out by Manga in the censored version. There was no skinny jeans or side swept bangs highly popular with today’s emoteens. The animation isn’t the best and resembles Fist of The North Star meets HDGeist. If you don’t know those films get your brother’s fake ID, go down to the last remaining Blockbuster and pick them up. It’s time to grow some chest hair.