In Sadako, a Youtube jester investigates the infamous Ringu ghost story. I could’ve done without his sister, Elaiza Ikeda’s character, who provides yet another procedural layer and basically slows us down. That’s two procedurals in the same film; investigative journalism and medical. And why is that? If you’ve seen the other installments, you know the writers are trying to buy time.
The creators are milking the folkloric Japanese female ghost the way Americans were milking the Gothic vampire. Doesn’t make it good. The things we should be scared of come with an ominous music. Without its score, this film wouldn’t be very frightening. It’s 95% mythos and 5% monster. By “mythos”, I allude to a bunch of subplots related in no way to the good old videotape curse.
The script is problematic. The characters figure out stuff and draw conclusions with too few clues. They react to revelations that make sense to them and not to us. They react to shit that isn’t there. This is one of the best-shot sequels in this series, but one of the most poorly written. It doesn’t have the audience in mind, and certainly not the Ringu completist who’s seen this, already.