Now that's a woman. Too much woman for you. Too much woman for any man. Her heart is frosted over. She's harder than the adamantium bonded to Wolverine's bones. Her eyes will slice your damn soul clean in half.
Is it just my imagination or did Japan just do exploitation better? Sleazy sure, but it's also slick as fuck. A visual feast, spilling over with stylized imagery. A comic book splashed across the screen. Each panel dripping with creativity. Larger than life. Hyperreal. Dreamlike. A dream of an angel cast down into hell, surrounded by absolute scum. Tormented by men and women alike, but tempered by the fires of this nightmarish purgatory. Rising, like a phoenix, from the ashes. She'll have her revenge, and you'd do well to stay the hell out of her way, lest you too feel the sting of the scorpion.
Meiko Kaji. Just... too much goddamn woman.