Watching Philosophy of a Knife, it seems to me as though writer/director Andrey Iskanov considered T.F. Mou's 1988 Unit 731 shocker Man Behind The Sun to be A) not harrowing enough, and B) not nearly long enough: his film tackles the same harsh subject matter but in even more detail, and clocks in at over four hours. Not a film for the casual viewer, then.
A documentary consisting of genuine archive material, interview footage, and gory re-enactments of assorted atrocities, Philosophy delves into a world of callous, inhuman horror: the hideous experiments carried out on WWII prisoners in Unit 731, a Japanese biological and chemical warfare research complex. The film is, at turns, distressing, boring, and laughable: the historical imagery effectively drives home the depravity of war, the interview scenes, monotonous voiceover and interminable shots of heavy snowfall are sleep-inducing, and the splatter is way too excessive to be taken seriously.
Whereas, in reality, 731's unfortunate victims were primarily Chinese, here they are mostly pretty young caucasian women with far too much mascara and not enough pubic hair (was the 'landing strip' a thing back then?). The scientists carry out their grisly experiments with gusto, covering the walls and themselves in gore in the process, but the special effects aren't convincing enough to rival Mou's movie in terms of nastiness (Man Behind The Sun featured genuine autopsy footage and was rumoured to have used a real cadaver in its decompression chamber scene; Iskanov gives us rubbery prosthetic body parts and watery blood).
Amongst the 'so extreme they're actually funny' scenes, we get the removal of a fetus, extraction of teeth, the rape of a young woman by a man with syphilis, plague victims, frostbite experiments, face removal, phosphor burns, exposure to x-rays, gassing, and assorted clumsy vivisection. There's also a lot of nudity from both sexes, the most graphic moment featuring a large cockroach and a woman's nether regions.
With the film stretched out over such a long time (it's split into two halves, both of which are longer than most documentaries), and with risible attempts at art-house pretentiousness amidst all of the bodily fluids, the film is often gruelling for the wrong reasons. Man Behind The Sun remains the better and more disturbing movie by a long chalk.
I imagine, however, that no film will ever come close to capturing the real horror of Unit 731.
A documentary consisting of genuine archive material, interview footage, and gory re-enactments of assorted atrocities, Philosophy delves into a world of callous, inhuman horror: the hideous experiments carried out on WWII prisoners in Unit 731, a Japanese biological and chemical warfare research complex. The film is, at turns, distressing, boring, and laughable: the historical imagery effectively drives home the depravity of war, the interview scenes, monotonous voiceover and interminable shots of heavy snowfall are sleep-inducing, and the splatter is way too excessive to be taken seriously.
Whereas, in reality, 731's unfortunate victims were primarily Chinese, here they are mostly pretty young caucasian women with far too much mascara and not enough pubic hair (was the 'landing strip' a thing back then?). The scientists carry out their grisly experiments with gusto, covering the walls and themselves in gore in the process, but the special effects aren't convincing enough to rival Mou's movie in terms of nastiness (Man Behind The Sun featured genuine autopsy footage and was rumoured to have used a real cadaver in its decompression chamber scene; Iskanov gives us rubbery prosthetic body parts and watery blood).
Amongst the 'so extreme they're actually funny' scenes, we get the removal of a fetus, extraction of teeth, the rape of a young woman by a man with syphilis, plague victims, frostbite experiments, face removal, phosphor burns, exposure to x-rays, gassing, and assorted clumsy vivisection. There's also a lot of nudity from both sexes, the most graphic moment featuring a large cockroach and a woman's nether regions.
With the film stretched out over such a long time (it's split into two halves, both of which are longer than most documentaries), and with risible attempts at art-house pretentiousness amidst all of the bodily fluids, the film is often gruelling for the wrong reasons. Man Behind The Sun remains the better and more disturbing movie by a long chalk.
I imagine, however, that no film will ever come close to capturing the real horror of Unit 731.