February 21st, 2026

Posted by Art Tavana

This contribution is part of a series of posts on genre and the ‘global shuffle’. This post contains sensitive language.

I've never seen the Ramones live. I’ve only heard the stories of four leather-clad nerds who played harder and faster than any band in recorded history. Henry Rollins said they sounded like “musical assault.” Nobody sounded quite like this prior to 1974; the year the Ramones made their debut at club CBGBs in New York. The Ramons played fast, didn’t talk much, and wrote songs that evoked Nazi imagery, teen violence, and self-harm. They rejected the hedonistic cock-rockism of bands like Led Zeppelin and The Rolling Stones. The Ramones were angry nerds, which is why the “cock rock” purists at Rolling Stone and NME said they were “dumb,” “unoriginal,” and “repetitive.” One reviewer described the Ramones as “the sound of 10,000 toilets flushing.” The Ramones responded to the critics with what Michael Enright called “cartoonish violence and ironic posturing.” Guitarist Johnny Ramone strapped booster rockets to the rhythm and blues and launched it from CBGBs up toward Rolling Stone headquarters in midtown; Joey Ramone crooned about teenage lobotomies, sniffing glue, and what The Queers later described as “love songs for the retarded.” When the Ramones appeared as cartoons on the cover of Road to Ruin (1978), the critics called it “juvenile” and “camp,” but the Ramones were mocking the self-seriousness of ‘70s hard rock, and they were serious about it (purposefully blending the lines between Hanna-Barbera cartoons and genre violence).

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Kill Bill

“For me, punk is about real feelings,” Joey Ramone said. The Ramones moved bodies with down-stroking guitars, love songs, cartoon violence, and angry nerd shit that felt, at the time, revolutionary. The Ramones were progenitors of what film scholar Linda Williams described as “body genres” that activate visceral reactions. But cinema, we’re told, is not supposed to move bodies like the mosh pit at CBGBs. “Gratuitous” spectacles cause you to cheer or stomp your feet, not cinema. Williams challenged this sort of high art snobbery in her 1991 essay “Film Bodies: Gender, Genre, and Excess,” arguing that genres like horror and porn deliberately produce bodily responses (e.g., physical jolts or gasps). Film spectatorship, for Williams, was not a disembodied experience. Williams graffitied across the accepted narratives of film scholarship a decade before Tarantino released Kill Bill Vol. 1 (2003), his fastest and most “gratuitously” violent body genre film, and one of the punkest films of the 2000s; nothing before or after has matched its blend of velocity and cartoonish rage (the product of a director who sat atop the angry-male nerd kingdom of weebs). Kill Bill Vol. 2 (2004), released six months after the original, was, by comparison, a much more mature and methodically paced melodrama with Tarantino complicating The Bride’s trauma and her relationship to Bill, the man who attempted to kill her (and their baby). In the first film, The Bride’s trauma is unleashed with pornographic levels of rage—never complicating or interrogating The Bride’s vengeful wrath the way Vol. 2 does. Vol. 1 is a much more Japanese film (this will be explained).

In terms of average shot length, Kill Bill Vol. 1’s snap zooms and rapid cuts ditch long hangout scenes and extended verbal sparring in films like Reservoir Dogs (1992) and Pulp Fiction (1994). In contrast to the dialogue density of Kill Bill Vol. 2, Vol. 1 is more kinetic and physical—a visual feast that bursts into gustatory sizzles, cracks, and bone-crunching splatterpunk excess. Vol. 1 is a lean-as-fuck hour and fifty-one minutes of sushied, slice-and-dice movement and sound (Vol. 2 is 26 minutes longer and much less frenetic). Kill Bill Vol. 1 dragged the audience into the mosh pit and sprayed us with blood.

I saw Kill Bill Vol. 1 on opening day: October 10, 2003. I was 18. I practically shrieked when The Bride (Uma Thurman cross-dressing as Bruce Lee) whooshed her blade through bodies that squirted, sprayed, and spouted pornographic amounts of blood. It was, for my brain-rotted millennial gamer brain, the most hilariously transgressive shit I’d ever seen that was not a video game. Blood literally erupted from the decapitated stumps of Japanese Yakuza men. It was phallic and perverse. I won’t psychoanalyze the vulgar glory of blood launching into the air through exploding Chinese condoms (a Hong Kong cinema special effect), but it caused my body to jolt. I chuckled nervously, at first, looking around to see if I was alone; faces flickered with spatters of red and yellow, but nobody was moving. The theater was in a post-9/11 “War on Terror” daze of fear and anxiety, except for a group of teenage weebs who looked like they’d spent the past 14-hours playing Grand Theft Auto purely for the lulz. The rest of the audience looked like sterile and catatonic. The weebs, my fellow Tarantino-heads, were giggling their asses off. I joined them like we were front row at a pro wrestling match in Japan watching Akira Hokuto surgically slice open her forehead with a razorblade. They didn’t see me, but we moved our bodies together. It was mimetic. It was charged. We were moshing our bodies together.

“[W]hat may especially mark these body genres as low,” writes Williams, “is the perception that the body of the spectator is caught up in an almost involuntary mimicry of the emotion or sensation of the body on the screen.” Warm blood flowed through my neck and engulfed my face. I jerked my legs forward and kicked the seat in front of me—not caring about the person sitting in it. The sheer volume of blood was honestly kind of astounding. It felt like a new genre of revenge porn, and for the record, it was. Tarantino was staging a beatdown of the critics who labeled him a “racist anti-racist” and accused him of appropriating cultures (and other directors). They said he was “dumb” and “unoriginal.” These were the same critics who’d previously dragged Tarantino for sadism, homophobia, misogyny, and for his “gratuitous” use of the N-word. Director Spike Lee noted the number of times the N-word was used in Jackie Brown (38 times). In the September 1996 issue of Premiere, writer and self-identified “snoot” David Foster Wallace described Tarantino’s violence as a commercialized, low-culture Lynch who did to Lynchian violence what Pat Boone did to the rhythm and blues: “homogenize it, churn it until it's smooth and cool and hygienic enough for mass consumption.” This was the same logic critics used to delegitimize the Ramones for “appropriating” the rhythm and blues.

This is not not true. Johnny Ramone was technically just playing sped-up Chuck Berry riffs—Chuck Berry but dumber, whiter, and angrier. Tarantino poached from Italian and Japanese genre movies and made it more American (i.e., dumber). This is punk. Why is this punk? It’s always easier to define what punk’s not versus what punk is, but punk tends to sound “revisionist” and “dumb” to the people who aren’t punk. Tarantino turned Shaw Brothers kung-fu into sped-up Chuck Berry riffs. Tarantino’s favorite mainstream film critic, Pauline Kael, described Pulp Fiction (1994), his second film, as a film with “no serious undercurrents.” I read this two ways: (1) Pulp Fiction isn’t very deep, and (2) Tarantino is punker than David Lynch. Not everyone agreed. Film critic Jan Wahl called Tarantino’s violence as “soulless,” questioning his use of “gruesome, graphic violence,” to which Tarantino responded on behalf of all his fans, “Because it’s so much fun, Jan, get it?!?!”

Vol. 1 is, in its most stripped-down form, a joyfully punk distillation of Tarantino’s core gestures as a filmmaker: excess, repetition, pastiche, exploitation, and provocation, like Marcel Duchamp drawing a mustache on the Mona Lisa or Bart Simpson launching a paper plane into his teacher’s “tiny skull-sized kingdom,” to quote David Foster Wallace, who famously opined that “Quentin Tarantino is interested in watching somebody's ear getting cut off; David Lynch is interested in the ear.” DFW meant, I think, that Lynch’s severed ear in Blue Velvet (1986) was a metaphor—deeper, in his view, than the ear in Reservoir Dogs, which was just cartilage and blood. But Tarantino’s violence was commenting on itself. It was dumb, and that was the point. But Tarantino purposefully soundtracking Mr. Blonde’s ear-slicing with a Dylan-esque pop song was cartooning his violence. It was an intentional juxtaposition that was not quite “camp,” and Tarantino amplified the juxtaposition to Maxell-levels on Kill Bill Vol. 1, producing what Kenneth Turan at the LA Times described as the “most graphically violent film ever made by a mainstream American company.”

Tarantino’s riotously punk ethos flies slightly off the handles in his view that Kill Bill Vol. 1 is a movie that…children can enjoy. This is a provocation, for sure, but an earnest one—a generational one. Tarantino was 11 when he saw Sam Peckinpah’s The Wild Bunch (1969), which was, at the time, one of the most violent movies ever made. Tarantino was raised by a “swinging” single white woman who dated black athletes—a feminist, for her time. Jan Wahl was a different genre of feminist when she confronted Tarantino’s on national TV: “I’d like to see you walk down the street and get attacked by some kids who’ve just seen your movie.” Tarantino responded with a punk-rock snarl: “All the movies that I’m basing my movies on are the movies I saw as a kid, and kids go to a movie theater, and they can tell the difference. Maybe you couldn’t when you were a kid, but I could.”

One of the defining characteristics of Tarantinian punk is how he collapses the distinctions between youth, sex, violence, and gender norms (e.g., Uma Thurman as Bruce Lee, castrating the critical mass). This is why teenage boys (and weebs) worship Tarantino: he satiates their basest desires and does not apologize for it. It’s liberating. It’s what a mainstream Hollywood filmmaker should do: feed his audience and starve his critics. When I discovered Tarantino as a teenage boy, I was borderline aroused. His perversions (e.g., severed ears and bad words) made me feel something physical and grotesquely primal. I also felt like I was watching Saturday morning cartoons in my milk-stained pajamas. Tarantino and his fans, I include myself in this group, are fundamentalist about three things: 1) Violence is fun 2) Words are not violence 3) Kids can watch violent movies. Tarantino communicates this with the first instance of red blood splatter in Kill Bill Vol. 1, which appears inside Vernita Green’s suburban home as a bloody fingerpainting hung on kitchen walls where you’d normally see something cute and cozy—the portrait of a child with the family dog, for example. For Tarantino, extreme violence is not unsafe for children because children can differentiate between real violence, performative violence, and cartoon violence, e.g., a blood-stained fingerpainting.

Allow me to wax parental for a sec: juvenile delinquency is, at least I think so, a response to prepubescent trauma, e.g., seeing your parents brutally murdered in front of you by a psychotic assassin. Kill Bill Vol. 1 flashes back to O-Ren Ishii exacting revenge of the man who killed her parents in such a way, which Tarantino unleashes into bursts of animated gore and gunfire—the most belligerently juvie-punk sequence in the film. Punk, for Tarantino (and the Ramones) is coded in the primal desire to splash your high school bully’s blood across their PE locker. Vol. 1’s “mini boss,” Gogo Yubari (O-Ren’s bodyguard), is a Japanese schoolgirl who swings a chain mace and titters uncontrollably and sadistically. Gogo is a deliberate paring of kawaii culture with punk nihilism. In a flashback, we see Gogo guzzling cold sake before disemboweling a predatory Japanese pervert—a businessmen with a hard-on for teenage girls. I laughed uncontrollably as the businessman’s guts poured down Gogo’s legs, staining her white tennis shoes as a visual representation of innocence, violence, and sex. Gogo is a Japanese Sex Pistol—what UK punk impresario Malcolm McLaren described as a “sexy young assassin”—a mid-2000s collage of Japanese sadism (e.g., Takako Chigusa in Battle Royale, 2000), “Hit Me Baby One More Time”-era Britney Spears, manga, and UK punk. The weebs were obsessed. Tarantino supercharges these tendencies with Vol. 1’s Crazy 88 climax. The sequence opens with The Bride standing legs apart at the center of a glass pit. She is surrounded by masked yakuza. She draws her Hanzō sword and swings at a yakuza who cries with exaggerated agony, like a pre-recorded laugh track: “Aah! Aah! Aah!” Three yakuza swoop in from behind as The Bride leans back and draws her blade across their chests. Blood sprays across the glass like abstract expressionist paint. Another yakuza hurdles forward; The Bride pinches his eyeball and snatches it out of his skull. I winced. The teenage weebs looked like they were on a rollercoaster drop. When The Bride grabbed a yakuza and spanked him with her sword, ordering him to go home to his mother, everyone in the theater lolled. It felt like a Three Stooges bit. It was not “camp.” It was purposefully vaudeville. It was Moe poking Curly in the eye and slapping-the-shit out of him on repeat.

The juxtaposition of extreme violence and slapstick in Vol. 1 produced pain (tension) and pleasure (release). This is repeated on loop by Tarantino like the mechanics of a hack-and-slash video game. Vol. 1 was Tarantino feeding us a looping, staccato cadence of dismembered limbs, gore, and genre signifiers, e.g., Lady Snowblood (1973). But the true joy was found in Tarantino’s uninhibited violence, not his genre references. And for the record, Tarantino’s violence is never camp. It’s slapstick, exaggerated, and intentional—never in quotation marks (to “quote” Susan Sontag). Tarantino is totally earnest in his desire to puncture and release along a cathartic loop of swooshes, bangs, and aahs. Whether body genres can be camp or not is a point of debate but hear me out: camp generates aesthetic and ironic distance; body genres, on the other hand, draw the viewer closer and confront them. Body genres are in your face and relentless, like drowning in a mosh pit and trying to claw your way out (except you like the feeling). I felt like this when The Bride somersaulted into the air and swung her sword down into a yakuza’s skull—literally slicing him in half like a hot knife through butter. “I want to suggest that the success of these genres [body genres] is measured by the degree to which the audience sensation mimics what is seen on the screen,” writes Williams. Tarantino was referencing Ichi the Killer (2001)—where a yakuza gets cut in half—but I didn’t know that. I also didn’t know that Johnny Ramone was playing sped-up Chuck Berry riffs until years later. I just liked that Johnny played hard and fast with a warrior-like desire for regimentation and repetition. A one-woman killing machine cutting a man in half didn’t need to be interrogated; it needed to be felt, like Johnny’s riffs. It needed to make you cringe, scream, laugh. No film in history has brought its audience closer to gigglegasming than Kill Bill Vol. 1. Also, body genres, according to Williams, often center the female body in the spectatorial experience of pain and pleasure, inviting both a male and female gaze—blending elements of feminism and post-feminism. From Tarantino’s POV, this is partially why he referred to Vol. 1 was an empowering feminist statement—a “girl power” movie.

Stepping over puddles of blood, The Bride enters a freshly snowed Japanese garden. The tonal shift reorients us toward the elegance of O-Ren Ishii (Lucy Liu) in a white kimono, as she slowly unsheathes her katana and an ambient water fountain lulls our senses. There’s a slight pause before Tarantino plays a disco cover of The Animals’ “Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood.” Moments later, a streak of blood cuts across the snow like an exclamation mark. The next sentence is a schoolyard diss: “Silly Caucasian girls like to play with samurai swords,” says O-Ren, as the two assassins clash swords and intersect cultural and generic identities in way that is quintessentially Tarantino. The action slows. Something resembling a maimed raccoon zooms across the screen. It lands on the snow. The camera pans up to reveal O-Ren’s exposed brain. I gasped as a catatonic O-Ren commented on the quality of the blade that just scalped her: “It was truly a Hanzō sword.” She’s a real-life cartoon, like Mr. Blonde conversing with a severed ear or Joey Ramone singing about teens wanting to be lobotomized.

Vol. 2, released about six months later with a completely unique marketing campaign, was more character-driven and significantly less bloody. Bill’s death scene in Vol. 2 is bloodless and quiet (the result of Pai Mei’s Five-Point Exploding Heart Technique). Vol. 2 has more prolonged dialogue scenes and introspection in desert landscapes—very Americana. It is composed with natural palettes and lighting that situate the viewer in the natural world. Vol. 1 is a high-contrast kinetic gore-fest that moves with the elasticity of Japanese anime and hack-and-slash, button-mashing PS2 games. Vol. 2 delves into the psychology of The Bride’s revenge arc. It’s a melodramatic body genre film that flickers with punk rebellion, like early Rolling Stones, but it’s not punk. Tarantino views Kill Bill as a single experience, The Whole Bloody Affair. I do not. These are two films with distinct visual and tonal identities. It’s Americana vs. Japanese exploitation. That is how they were first experienced by audiences in the mid-2000s, and no amount of film editing can alter history (don’t quote me on that).

Still, Vol. 1 is the personification of punk as a cinematic expression—a visual assault on the brain, but especially the body; it is generically more Japanese exploitation than Spaghettini Western—the genre anchor of the second film. For those of you who weren’t there in 2003, like those of us who weren’t there in 1974, there was nothing quite like the angry full-frontal slapstick of Kill Bill Vol. 1; it remains Tarantino’s punkest manifestation of all the things that make him problematic for his critics and so much fun for his audience. Punk, for me, is giving the people what they want and denying the critics what they want for us—what they consider “cinemavs. “trash.” Vol. 2 is, in many ways, though not quite sonically, more of a vibe-based post-punk film that was more critically praised than the original, i.e., not as fun.

Biography

Art Tavana is an award-winning journalist and author of Goodbye, Guns N’ Roses (ECW Press). His byline has appeared in VICEPitchforkSpinBillboard, ConsequenceL.A. WeeklyHelloGigglesThe Village VoiceThe A.V. Club, Playboy, Penthouse, USA Today, and The Hollywood Reporter. Art’s writing has been cited in works by major literary and cultural figures, including Bret Easton Ellis’s White and Pam Houston’s Without Exception: Reclaiming Abortion, Personhood, and Freedom.

February 20th, 2026
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February 18th, 2026
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Posted by Joy Hannah Panaligan

This contribution is part of a series of posts on genre and the ‘global shuffle’.

Kaiju as a genre has an established place in global cinema, tracing its origin from King Kong and Godzilla (1954), a popular Japanese franchise. Godzilla is inextricably tied to Japan’s national cinema, which reflects postwar trauma. It mirrors national and political anxieties with elements of myth and folklore. Over the years, kaiju movies have evolved beyond the realm of Japanese cinema, allowing countries to reinterpret the genre, which also mirrors their own national anxieties. Prominent Korean director Bong Joon Ho created The Host (2006), inspired by the McFarland incident and reminiscent of the 9/11 attacks, a resonance also seen in Matt Reeves’ Cloverfield (2008) (King, 2021). Jason Barr highlighted how Pacific Rim stands out from other kaiju films:

Pacific Rim, however, is somewhat out of the ordinary, and it may be because of del Toro’s affinity for old kaiju films. Otherwise, kaiju films of the 2000s and 2010s seem to eschew environmentalism and environmental emphasis in favor of a new brand of realism. Pacific Rim, therefore, in a variety of ways, can be considered an outlier to the trends of 21st-century kaiju films and more of a throwback to earlier eras. Few kaiju films in the Pacific Rim era of the 2010s mention pollution or environmentalism and instead focus more on international relationships and colonialism, which is a trend almost as old as the genre itself. (2016, p. 67)

Pacific Rim (2013) by Guillermo del Toro offers a unique take by veering away from traditional kaiju narratives. The discourse from national trauma shifts to global cooperation. The invasion of kaiju emerging from an alternate dimension represents an unprecedented global crisis. It demands collective action, requiring transnational cooperation and a solution that allegorizes a more universal problem, such as an ecological disaster like climate change.  Pacific Rimpushes the nationalistic boundaries of monster films by highlighting the need for global solidarity in addressing shared threats that affect everyone. The kaiju genre maps a transnational evolution of “monsters” as a medium for expressing collective national traumas. Kaiju function as an effective metaphor that captures the devastations embodied within cultural conflicts, fears, and national traumas. In this essay, I draw on Sunaura Taylor’s (2024) concept of disabled ecologies to map out how it examines the invisible and visible “disabilities” embedded in human and non-human actors within the ecological system.

The kaiju genre is often used as a metaphor to signify destruction, but its presence also mirrors human nature. In this paper, I want to highlight how the monstrosity of kaiju can be understood as an ecological interdependence.  

Disabled Ecologies: Invisibility and Visibility

When we encounter something out of the ordinary, our first instinct is to run, hide, and battle it to maintain familiarity. In almost every kaiju movie, the first encounter with the kaiju represents chaos and destruction. It displays humans’ first instinct: scream, run, and protect. Similar to how our body reacts to pathogens, it detects and builds a response to counterattack it. But sadly, fighting is not always successful, and when it fails to protect, it can result in a form of disability. Initially, humans instinctively avoid this by taking preventive measures and relentlessly searching for a cure. However, when all hope is abandoned, we ultimately accept it. Interestingly, Pacific Rim illustrates this cycle: destruction, protection, and ultimately redemption.

Kaiju act as a foreign organism and are often portrayed as an invasive actor that incites fear and intimidation, exacerbated by their monstrous size and appearance. This sense of disruption mirrors Taylor’s (2024) concept of “disabled ecologies,” which recognize the intertwined harms affecting both human communities and the environment. This framework emphasizes that everything is interconnected, making it impossible to separate human and natural systems. The kaiju are a new organism introduced in Pacific Rim that is not originally part of the ecosystem, creating destruction. The appearance of the kaiju presents an ironic twist: while most non-native organisms that enter an ecosystem cannot survive and ultimately die, the kaiju not only endures but thrives, feeding off the damaged system and seeking to become part of it. As one of the scientists said in the film, we made the earth fertile for the kaiju to live on, laying out all the toxic waste as a product of corporate greed (refer to Fig.1).

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Pacific Rim (2013)

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Pacific Rim (2013)

It highlights the irony that while ordinary organisms perish in polluted or damaged environments, kaiju are drawn to and even embrace ecological harm, positioning themselves as agents or products of environmental catastrophe. The kaiju amplifies Taylor’s framework by embodying the complex and paradoxical consequences of industrial harm within disabled ecologies. It helps to shed light on the monstrous entanglements, revealing the unpredictable adaptations that result from environmental destruction. The kaiju powerfully symbolizes the monstrous byproducts of unchecked industrial and human activity, transforming invisible environmental harms into something tangible and impossible to ignore. By personifying these hidden consequences, the kaiju makes the scale and impact of environmental destruction strikingly visible.

Posthuman: Adaptive Extensions and Survival

In the world of Pacific Rim, kaiju are depicted as a new contender for colonizing the earth with their own agenda. Humans assume the role of a conservative elite with the primary goal of defending the earth against the kaiju, which are perceived as “invasive species” aiming to colonize and build a new world. In ecology, invasive species are known to cause harm whenever they are introduced into a new environment, which can threaten the “native” species and lead to extinction (National Ocean Service, 2024). In this vein, the presence of kaiju as an invasive species wreaking havoc on Earth poses a threat to the humans’ habitat, enabling humans to adapt, transform, and extend their limitations. This ultimately led to the development of Jaegers, a two-pilot drift mechanic, and an extractive labor system built around the exploitation of kaiju remains as coping mechanisms.

The Jaeger program, known as the Pan Pacific Defense Corps (PPDC), is a transnational coalition established in the Pacific Rim in response to the invasion threat posed by the kaiju. It illustrates a semblance of the Kaiju Economy, showing how global networks function to turn a disaster into an opportunity, which can also serve as a metaphor for how industrial corporations profit from impairment. It parallels how the construction of military aircraft introduced contaminants in the aquifer of Tucson, Arizona, as part of the United States' World War II military efforts (Taylor, 2024). The Jaeger program can be linked to Haraway’s (1992) work on “the promise of monsters”:

refiguring the actors in the construction of the ethnospecific categories of nature and culture. The actors are not all “us.”...not all of them human, not all of them organic, not all of them technological. In its scientific embodiments as well as in other forms, nature is made, but not entirely by humans; it is a co-construction among humans and nonhumans. (1992, p.462)

In the film, Jaeger pilots become posthuman extensions, adapting through the neural Drift system, sharing one brain and embracing entanglement. The mecha-style costume also serves as a posthuman identity developed as an adaptive form of survival to combat the kaiju: a power-up transformation that mitigates the risks. In this context, disability is reanimated as a point of connection and not contention.

Pacific Rim expands the storyline of the kaiju genre by establishing a framework and narrative for after a kaiju is successfully eliminated. Usually, kaiju films end when the “monster” is successfully annihilated. Del Toro further broadens this by incorporating real-life issues, such as environmental consequences, through the concept of Kaiju Blue, a toxic waste left behind by the monsters (Fig.2). This concept also pays homage to previous kaiju films that addressed nuclear trauma, allowing Pacific Rim to fit into the larger global genre. Del Toro has a layered approach by featuring the exploitative practices of capitalism.

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Pacific Rim (2013)

The death of a kaiju itself becomes a form of extraction. The introduction of Hannibal Chau (aka Hellboy) is a perfect fit because he can highlight the moral ambiguity of the characters he portrays, as a flamboyant black-market entrepreneur who successfully built a profitable business against these invasive species. Kaiju, in this view, are torn apart, broken into pieces that are harvested, experimented on, and become a commodity. This is reminiscent of the human experiments that blur the line between what is accepted and what is not.

Thinking on eugenics and mind melding also unpacks the dark history of non-human experimentation, linking to a Russian scientist, Vladimir Demikhov, who grafted two dogs into one body and was later recognized for transplant studies (Monasterio Astobiza, 2018). Stretching this further reminds me of a popular Japanese anime called Full Metal Alchemist: Brotherhood. In one episode, Nina Tucker fuses with her beloved dog, Alexander, to become a monstrous chimera, a transformation performed by her scientist father to maintain his State Alchemist license. These posthuman extensions can reflect two things: The Jaeger program exemplifies the good, with transnational cooperation aimed at common benefit. On the other hand, the underground business of kaiju extraction exemplifies the ambivalent nature of working with non-human actors and human’s adaptive response of survival.

Conclusion

“You have to believe in something to see it” is a saying that reflects human skepticism. Contaminants and monsters are often perceived as a product of our imaginations. The industrial age produced harmful chemicals that act as contaminants, polluting our water and air. These chemicals are often so microscopic that our naked eye cannot see them. And so we deny their very existence to hide a problem that we choose to ignore. These hidden dangers lead to invisibilities and inconveniences that create ripple effects and disabilities, which we instantly see as imperfections simply because they don’t adhere to the standard that we all know (Taylor, 2024, p.30). Kaiju are fictional representations that we make into film and cultural icons to make something intangible, tangible.

Recognizing environmental harm requires confronting inconvenient truths. Al Gore’s climate change documentary An Inconvenient Truth (2006) reminds us of facts and truths about how toxic mass waste alters the only planet we inhabit, yet a lot of corporations today still practice greenwashing and are motivated by corporate profits despite knowing the facts (Lyons, 2019). Disabled ecologies also pose inconvenient truths, such as the reality of polluted contaminants in Tucson's aquifers, which is an enduring consequence of postwar efforts in the 1940s. It illustrates a grim history of denial and corporations hiding behind myths such as “they didn’t know better back then” and “lack of experience” against the mounting evidence. This is just one case of many. Beyond the kaiju’s known metaphor, it also serves as a reminder of how humans choose to set aside facts and inconvenient truths for temporal benefits, which later evolve into a monstrous disaster we can no longer contain. The idea that humans, known as custodians and protectors of the earth, become prey is a reversed take on the return of the repressed, as they become victims of their own actions.

Do we need to fear the “monsters,” the kaiju? Or do we need to rethink how we perceive their presence because they make inconveniences and harsh realities visible? Do we wait for problems that require evangelical technological advancement? Or should we embrace the unknown by doing the hard work now rather than later? We must recognize things that are disabled and in the periphery, and we must be reminded that meritocracy and standards are socially constructed, despite how much value we put on them. It’s about expanding our understanding and resisting conforming to norms, by being comfortable with logic, and ultimately challenging and questioning how things are. Social norms offer only a compelling facade by presenting themselves as the right choice, seeking comfort in the approval of others as a form of self-preservation. Kaiju is a form of disabled ecologies that welcome and acknowledge differences, embrace discomfort, and have their own timeline. It is a connection that paves a path to recognize the uncanny and peculiar, going beyond the awareness that it exists to embrace it fully. It represents the subconscious urge to ignore visible threats, even as it loudly reminds us not to repeat past mistakes and become a cautionary tale. Understanding disability in all its forms (non-human and human) expands our tolerance and acceptance, allowing us to welcome differences and challenge our own conception of fear.

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Biography

Joy Hannah Panaligan is a doctoral student at USC Annenberg. Her research interests broadly concern platform labor and labor in emerging digital technologies. Her scholarly interests also include casual video games, films, and science fiction. 

February 17th, 2026
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posted by [personal profile] trobadora at 09:46pm on 17/02/2026
Happy Lunar New Year!

Time keeps slipping away from me again, and I keep thinking of things I want to post about, but when I finally sit get to down and open DW, I've forgotten all about it.

But I remembered the New Year, at least! *g*
February 16th, 2026
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posted by [personal profile] isis at 08:04pm on 16/02/2026 under
I'm finally feeling mostly human after being down with a cold for about a week; serves me right for being a judge at the regional science fair and exposing myself to all those middle school germ factories. Well, I read a lot, anyway.

Shroud by Adrien Tchaikovsky - first-contact with a very alien alien species on the tidally-locked moon of a gas giant. Earth is (FRTDNEATJ*) uninhabitable, humans have diaspora'ed in spaceships under the iron rule of corporations who cynically consider only a person's value to the bottom line, and the Special Projects team of the Garveneer is evaluating what resources can be extracted from the moon nicknamed "Shroud" when disaster (of course) strikes. The middle 3/5 of the book is a bizarre roadtrip through a strange frozen hell, as an engineer and an administrator (both women) must navigate their escape pod to a place where they might be able to call for rescue.

When I'd just started this book I said that it reminded me of Alien Clay, and it really does have a lot in common with that book, especially since they are both expressions of Tchaikovsky's One Weird Theme, i.e. "How can we see Other as Person?" He hits the same beats as he does in that and other books that are expressions of that theme (for example, the exploratory overture that is interpreted as hostility, the completely different methods of accomplishing the same task) but if it's the sort of thing you like, you will like this sort of thing. It also reminded me a bit of Dragon's Egg by Robert L. Forward, in the sense that it starts with an environment which is the opposite of anything humans would expect to find life on, and reasons out from physics and chemistry what life might be like in that environment. Finally, it (weirdly) reminded me of Summer in Orcus by T. Kingfisher, because the narrator, Juna Ceelander, feels that she's the worst possible person for the job (of survival, in this case); the engineer has a perfect skill-set for repairing the pod and interpreting the data they receive, but she's an administrator, she can do everyone's job a little, even if she can't do anybody's job as well as they can. But it turns out that it's important that she can do everyone's job a little; and it's also important that she can talk to the engineer, and stroke her ego when she's despairing, and not mind taking the blame for something she didn't do if it helps the engineer stay on task, and that's very Summer.

I enjoyed this book quite a lot!

[*] for reasons that don't need exploring at this juncture

How I Killed Pluto and Why It Had It Coming by Mike Brown is what took me through most of the worst of my cold, as it's an easy-to-read micro-history-slash-memoir, which is one of my favorite nonfiction genres. Brown is the astronomer who discovered a number of objects in the Kuiper Belt, planetoids roughly the size of Pluto, which led to the inevitable question: are these all planets, too? If so, the solar system would have twelve or fifteen or more planets. If not - Pluto, as one of these objects, should not be considered a planet.

I really enjoyed the tour through the history of human discovery and conception of the solar system, and the development of astronomy in the late 20th and early 21st centuries. He manages to outline the important aspects of esoteric technical issues without getting bogged down in detail, so it's very accessible to non-scientists. Interwoven in this was his own story, the story of his career in astronomy but also his marriage and the birth of his daughter. It's an engaging, chatty book, and one must forgive him for side-stepping the central question of "so what the heck is a planet, anyway?"

Don't Stop the Carnival by Herman Wouk, which B had read a while back when he was on a Herman Wouk kick. I'd read Winds of War and War and Remembrance, and Marjorie Morningstar, but that was it, and I remembered he had said it reminded him a lot of our time in the Bahamas and Caribbean when we were living on our boat.

The best thing about this book is Wouk's sharp, funny writing - his paragraphs are things of beauty, his characters drawn crisply with description that always seems novel. The story itself is one disaster after another, as Norman Paperman, Broadway publicist, discovers that running a resort in paradise is, actually, hell. It's funny, but the kind of funny that you want to read peeking through your fingers, because you just feel so bad for the poor characters.

On the other hand, this book was published in 1965, and it shows. I don't think the racist, sexist, antisemitic, pro-colonization attitudes expressed by the various characters are Wouk's - he's Jewish, for one thing, and he's mostly making a point about these characters, and these attitudes. The homophobia, I'm not sure. But the book's steeped in -ism and -phobia, and I cringed a lot.

I enjoyed this book (for some value of "enjoy") right up until near the end, where a sudden shift in tone ruined everything.
Don't Stop the SpoilersTwo characters die unexpectedly; a minor character, and then a more major character, and everything goes from zany slapstick disasters ameliorated at the last minute to a somber reckoning in the ashes of last night's party. In this light, the ending feels jarring: the resort's problems are solved, the future looks rosy, and Norman realizes he is not cut out for life in Paradise and, selling the resort to another sucker, returns to the icy New York winter.

Reflecting on it, I think this ending is a better ending than the glib alternative of the resort's problems are solved, the future looks rosy, and Norman raises a glass and looks forward to dealing with whatever Paradise throws at him in the future. But because everything has gone somber, it feels not like he's learned a lesson and acknowledged reality, but that he's had his face rubbed in horror and decided he can't cope. If he'd celebrated his success and then ruefully stepped away, it would be an act of strength, but he runs back home, defeated, and all his experience along the way seems pointless.

Generation Loss by Elizabeth Hand - I got this book in a fantasy book Humble Bundle, so I was expecting fantasy, which this is very much not. It's a psychological thriller, following the first-person narrator Cass Neary, a fucked-up, drugged-out, briefly brilliant photographer who has been sent by an old acquaintance to interview a reclusive photographer - one of Cass's heroes - on a Maine island.

I kept reading because the narrative voice is fabulous and incredibly seductive, even though the character is a terrible person who does terrible things in between slugs of Jack Daniels and gulps of stolen uppers. It feels very immersive, both in the sense of being immersed in the world of the novel's events and in the sense of being immersed in the perspective of a messed-up photographer. But overall it's not really the sort of book I typically read, and it's not something I'd recommend unless you're into this type of book.
posted by [syndicated profile] xkcd_feed at 05:00am on 16/02/2026

Posted by Henry Jenkins

This contribution is an introduction to a series of forthcoming essays on genre and the ‘global shuffle’.


The auteur theory and genre analysis were the cornerstones of film studies in the United States. Film appreciation classes were added to the curriculum of many universities (and some high schools) in the 1960s and 1970s in response to two major developments: the emergence of New Wave movements around the world and the closing down of the studio era of production. One created excitement about what cinema could be and the other about what it had been. The contrast between the two meant that those early courses and the scholarship which grew out of them was bifurcated around the opposition between European art films and Hollywood genre films.

Genre was widely seen as a set of formulas that emerged from a factory mode of cultural production, ignoring the degree to which the New Wave directors they so admired had themselves been inspired to make movies because of the Hollywood films they watched at the Cinematique Francois; like the good fan filmmakers they were, many made films that appropriated and reworked their favorite films and directors: for example, Chabrol’s ongoing conversation with Alfred Hitchcock, Truffaut’s engagement with film noir and the western, and Godard’s focus on gangsters, science fiction, musicals, and so many other genres, to cite just a few. Their own criticisms stressed directors who were “at war with their materials” with genre understood primarily in terms of convention and authorship in terms of invention. Reading through early writings on genre theory, it is striking how much they seem hermetically sealed off so that there is no acknowledgement that genre films were emerging on an ongoing basis in every other major national cinema through popular films produced for their own markets and regional distribution.

By the time I entered film studies in the 1980s, film genre studies was undergoing a new burst of energy, thanks in part to Rick Altman and several cohorts of graduate students at the University of Iowa (a key reason why I went there to do my MA). As an undergraduate, I read and debated passionately what Robin Wood was publishing in Film Comment, reappraising a wide array of exploitation film genres. The rediscovery of Douglas Sirk, especially by the New German filmmakers, was resulting in a new fascination with Hollywood melodrama. Directors from Sam Peckinpah to Robert Altman to Mel Brooks made deeply revisionist contributions to these same genres teaching us new ways to read and engage with their conventions. And as I was starting to teach film, Quentin Tarantino was teaching us how to appreciate the treasures of the grindhouse cinema, while Todd Haynes, Cheryl Dunye, and Gregg Araki were queering genre with their works.

When a little more than a year ago I was invited to teach a course in film genre at the USC Cinema School, my first reaction was that I was born to teach a core class in American film genre. I had trained under Rick Altman, my passion for American cinema had grown out of reading and watching the revisionist works of the 1970s, I wrote my dissertation on film comedy, and I still passionately watched whatever genre films I could DVR off TCM. I could teach a class taking contemporary PhD students through the history of genre criticism and watch a mix of genre films – canonical and deep cuts, old and new.

But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that the next wave of important work in genre theory would be coming through an engagement with the global production and circulation of genre films, the mutual influence of genre across the planet.  And so, without even fully knowing what I might mean by it, I proposed teaching a course on “film genre in the age of the global shuffle”. Here’s the course description:

This course begins with the premise that streamers are shuffling our access to popular film and television from many corners of the world. Long term, how does this influence the stories cinema tells, for better or for worse, and how adequate is our current vocabulary of genre criticism for addressing the transcultural exchanges of genre elements this is producing?  I am looking for interesting cases that may signal something bigger happening within global popular cinema from cross-cultural and cross-genre hybrids (Thai westerns, Nordic noirs, Afrofuturist musicals) to nationally specific genres (Wuxia, Gallio, Masala). Here's our chance to play with genre theory, reading or rereading classic essays, and stretching them to the breaking point. Collectively, I hope we can make some real conceptual breakthroughs and produce a significant body of publications.

I had been thinking and writing about the “global shuffle” for some time. We are living in an era of global streaming platforms, which has shuffled who has access to popular films and television series in dramatic ways. As Netflix enters a new national market, part of the stipulation is that they will put a certain amount of money into local media production. In the past, the result would be “quota quickies,” but the new economics play out differently, since Netflix can recoup its costs easily by making the content they produce available through its platform world-wide. Our tendency is to think about Netflix as an agent of cultural imperialism that contribute to furthering American dominance and “monoculture”; to some degree this is true, but their own marketing needs pushe them to promote diversity (at least popularly accessible forms of diversity – that is, diversity within genres). 

As Joseph Dean Straubhaar, Swapnil Rai, Melissa Santillana and Silvia Dalben Swapnil Rai write, “global streaming companies like Netflix or Disney+ impose a degree of genre imperialism by suggesting the formats and themes that local companies should produce. The current process for co‑productions by streamers outside of the U.S. is not an open system in which local people produce what they want…. Netflix’s stated objective is to produce things that succeed locally, but also are very exportable globally” (2025, 121). The result is a form of hybrid media, riddled with contradictions, which often assumes the quality of universalism implied by this book’s account.

Having made such content, the streaming networks find it profitable to transport them elsewhere, making them available to consumers who would not have encountered them otherwise. As Michael Curtin writes: “after almost a century of American hegemony, the topographies of media industries are today growing more plastic and complicated as media institutions scale their ambitions and operations in an increasingly porous and dynamic environment” (2020, 90), and:

Remarkably, adaptations move “up” and “down” as well as “across.” That is, content and aesthetics not only circulate widely, they are also refashioned to address different topographies of imagination. And they create new topographies…. We are witnessing new patterns of interaction between media users and producers, as well as among users themselves. Once seen primarily as consumers, today viewers and fans amply express themselves in a variety of ways and media producers systematically monitor this discourse, creating feedback loops that shape story lines and characters. (97)

In this process, transcultural fans play a vital role in educating each other about the cultural traditions from which this content emerged and attracting new fan audiences to help sustain the content flow. Networked communication between fans enables contact across historically separated spheres of cultural influence as people forge shared identities together online.

A friend recently sent me a list of popular genre films from Korea, and I was able to find almost all of them, with English subtitles, somewhere in the streaming infrastructure, with many of them surfacing on Tubi, a bottom rung streamer that most of us can access for free. The more arty titles can be found on Criterion Channel, Mubi, Kino, or Kanopy; the more commercial ones on Prime, Netflix, or Max. Try looking at Netflix’s index by language at the number of films in Thai, Tagalong, Indonesian, Igbo or Arabic and compare that to how many films from those countries were showing on screens at the peak of  the Art House era. 

Older cinephile practices were based on scarcity but today’s challenges, and opportunities, grow out of plenitude. There’s so much out there but no one’s helping us sort through the pieces. Where do we go to identify key popular filmmakers in many of these countries, to understand local genres, to map the most creative and interesting titles? And that’s where new forms of film criticism, education, and scholarship are needed. These films are mainstream (in that they are widely accessible and build on genre), but niche (in that few of us know what’s out there or how to find it even if it is hiding in plain sight.)  What are the implications of these developments for how we understand film genre today?

It is no longer appropriate to discuss genre as if it were exclusively operating within the context of American entertainment. In fact, it never was.

I begin the class by focusing on the Western, the most American of film genres and therefore the one that was central to so much early film studies writing about genre. Yet the conventions of the literary western were as much shaped by German pulp writer Karl May as by American writers, such as James Fenimore Cooper or Louis L’Amour. May was one of the top-selling German writers of all time; his works have sold more than 200 million copies world-wide, and they have been ascribed in creating a market for stories set in the American west across Europe. There are still festivals and conventions based on May’s fictions held today. I shared this video from the New York Times about the sensitive issue of May’s romanticization and appropriation of Apache culture on the first day of class and it generated intense debate and discussion.

Gaston Melies (George’s brother) was dispatched to San Antonio to make Westerns for the French Star Films company in 1910 further fueling European fascination with the genre. Jean Renoir’s The Crime of M. Lange (1936) depicts labor politics at a French publishing house in the early 1930s which specializes in pulp magazines featuring Arizona Jim, an American cowboy. We might similarly trace the ways that the American Western has been shaped by – and in turn shaped – Asian filmmakers. The first film I showed the students was Martin Ritt’s The Outrage (1964), Akira Kurosowa’s Rashomon (1950), remade into a western featuring Paul Newman, Laurence Harvey, Claire Bloom, and Edward G. Robinson.

Of course, The Outrage is not the only Western based on Kurosawa’s films: The Magnificent Seven (1960) was a remake of Seven Samurai (1954); Sergio Leone’s A Fistful of Dollars (1964) was based on Yojimbo (1961), and so forth. Kurosawa, of course, would have been the first to acknowledge that his passion for John Ford westerns informed his approach to the Samurai films in the first place.

And we should note that Leone is simply the best known director to help shape the Spaghetti Western, a subgenre that emerged in the 1960s as Italian directors turned their attention to the genre. I also had students watch The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly (1966), to illustrate this phase of the genre’s history. Getting back to Asia, though, I also wanted to show them the Thai western, Tears of the Black Tiger (2000), a genre mixing sensation that merges Sirkian melodrama, singing cowboys, and popular south-east Asian conventions.

The deeper I dug, the more examples of the “Eastern Western” surfaced, many of them localizing the American western as staged by Leone and the other Spaghetti Western auteurs.

You can see trailers for some examples below.

 And around and around it goes; where it stops, nobody knows.

There are, after all, frontiers in many countries and thus, the Western story has resonances pretty much everywhere we look. More than one writer locates echoes of the Western in George Miller’s post-apocalyptic Australian epic, Mad Max 2 (US title: The Road Warrior) (1981). Óliver Laxe’s Sirât (2025) has been a film festival sensation this past year with his explorations of the rugged terrain of Southern Morocco, but might we consider his earlier work, Mimosas (2016), to also tap into and contribute back to the western tradition?  What about the Turkish film, Once Upon a Time in Anatollia (2011)?

Alongside these various examples of global westerns, I had students read anthropologist Mary Louise Pratt’s foundational essay, “Arts of the Contact Zone,” which explains, “Autoethnography, transculturation, critique, collaboration, bilingualism, mediation, parody, denunciation, imaginary dialogue, vernacular expression—these are some of the literate arts of the contact zone. Miscomprehension, incomprehension, dead letters, unread master pieces, absolute heterogeneity of meaning—these are some of the perils of writing in the contact zone” (1991, 37). This passage became a key reference point across the semester as we tried to understand the flow of genres across national boundaries.

Similarly, we found ourselves returning often to some important distinctions around genre-mixing made by Janet Staiger in her essay, “Hybrid or Inbreed: The Purity Thesis and Hollywood Genre History”:

My rejection of the hybridity thesis for post-Fordian Hollywood cinema is not a rejection of 1) the view that pattern mixing is occurring; or 2) the fact that Post-Fordian Hollywood cinema is producing hybrids both internally within the United States and externally throughout the world economy of signs. Internal hybrids would be examples of films created by minority or subordinated groups that use genre mixing or genre parody to engage dialogue with or criticize the dominant. Films by U.S. feminists, African-Americans, Hispanics, independents, the avant-garde, and so forth might be good cases of internal hybrids. (1997, 17)

 To fully understand the implications of Pratt and Staiger, we need to pay attention to the local particulars of media industries; the ways international film festivals functions as crossroads among auteurs; the interplay of local and global genre conventions; patterns of immigration; the geopolitical and economic histories of the regions involved; and the process of media consumption, among other things.

Another key influence on my thinking has been the idea of understanding genre as a reading hypothesis rather than a property of texts or their production. Reader-Response theorist Peter J. Rabinowitz becomes a key thinker here: “Genres can be viewed as strategies for reading. In other words, genres can be seen not only in the traditional way, as patterns or models that writers follow in constructing texts, but also from the other direction, as different bundles of rules that readers apply in construing texts” (1985, 420). Here, we might start with film noir, a “genre” (?) with much disputed boundaries, which is widely understood as having been first recognized by French critics and audiences when they saw a large backlog of American films in the post-war era and read them through the lens of their own pre-war Poetic Realism movement. The tell, of course, is that Film Noir is a French term – not one that would have been recognized by Hollywood who would have understood these films as crime movies, melodramas, thrillers, and a range of other genres.

As Noir has become such a widely recognized and marketable genre, we see the rediscovery and repackaging of 1940s and 1950s films from around the world as noirs. Witness the recent discovery of a noir movement in Argentina under Peron; in American-occupied Japan; among British filmmakers, each of which have been the theme of film packages on the Criterion Channel.

And the same is true of Neo-Noir films being consciously produced today which do situate themselves consciously in relation to encoded genre conventions.


So, there’s been a fascination of late with Nordic Noirs, although I would argue that these films from the ‘land of the midnight sun’ might better be described as Nordic Film Gris.

A program of recent Chinese Crime Thrillers on Criterion suggests that many mainland directors are consciously building on Nordic Noir traditions including setting their films in bleak, arctic, industrial and rural landscapes, with morally unsympathetic protagonists, brutally violent crimes, captured in extreme long takes. See for example Black Coal, Thin Ice (2014). Meanwhile, the concept of Nordic Noir is being traced backwards to the midcentury with a package of titles first offered at the Il Cinema Ritrovato in Bologna in Summer 2025 and then on Criterion Channel in early 2026.  What does it mean to read these films as film noir?

How might such interpretive strategies be applied to another genre being currently reassessed – the Italian giallo film, the subject of more and more DVD box sets – with which it shares a similar focus on crime and detection and morally suspect characters?  The Giallo is associated with its lurid use of color much as the Noir was with the use of Black and White cinematography, but the modern category of Neo-Noir starts to blur the distinctions between the two. And so it goes.

Across the semester, students watch films from some 20 different countries with clips from many more, as we talked through a broad array of genres, including many – such as Giallo, Masala, Wuxia, kaju, extreme cinema, etc. – which originated outside the Hollywood system, but which are key for understanding contemporary popular cinema. We began with the relationship between Rashomon and The Outrage, and we ended with Lady Snowblood and Kill Bill. In the days to come, we will share some of the student writing which emerged through thinking through some of these issues and engaging with some of these titles together.

Below I want to share with you the screenings and assigned readings from the class so that you might also choose to launch your own explorations of global genre films. As the assigned readings suggest, I am certainly not the only person asking questions about how genre operates on a global scale. I hope other film schools will offer such courses and film scholars will join me in trying to theorize what is happening in the age of the global shuffle and how it may accelerate cultural exchanges which run across the history of cinema.

References

Curtin, M. 2020. “Post Americana: Twenty-First Century Media Globalization,” Media industries 7.1: 89–109.

Pratt, ML. 1991. “Arts of the Contact Zone,” Profession: 33–40.

Rabinowitz, PJ. 1985. “The Turn of the Glass Key: Popular Fiction as Reading Strategy,” Critical Inquiry, 11.3: 418–431.

Staiger, J. 1997. “Hybrid or Inbred: The Purity Hypothesis and Hollywood Genre History,” Film Criticism, 22.1: 5–20.

Straubhaar, J. D., Rai, S., Santillana, M., & Dalben, S. 2025. Transnational Streaming Television: Reshaping Global Flows and Power. Routledge. https://doi.org/10.4324/9781003505525 


Week 1 Defining Genre - The Case of the Western

Screenings:

To be watched before the first class: The Outrage (Martin Ritt, 1964, USA; Based on Rashomon), Prime Video

If you have not already done so, also watch: Rashomon (Akira Kurosawa, 1950, Japan)

Winnetou – The Red Gentleman (Harald Reinll, 1964, Germany), YouTube 

In Class: Tears of the Black Tiger (Wisit Sasanatieng, 2000, Thailand), DVD

Readings:

Rick Altman, Chapter 2, Film Genre (Chapter 1 recommended)

Andrew Tudor, “Genre,” Edward Buscombe, “The Idea of Genre,” and Douglas Pye, “The Western (Genre and Movies),” Film Genre Reader IV

Barry Langford, “Who Needs Genres”

Matthew Freeman and Anthony N. Smith, “Why We Still Need Genres”

Resources:

Stuart Kaminsky, “The Samurai Film and the Western”

Erik R, Lofgren, “Adapting Female Agency: Rape in The Outrage and Rashomon

Robert Warshaw, “The Western”

Andre Bazin, “Evolution of the Western” 

Colleen Cook, “Germany’s Wild West Author: A Researcher’s Guide to Karl May”

Week 2 Genre Evolution

Screenings:

The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly (Sergio Leone, 1966, Italy, based on Yojimbo), Prime Video

Prey (Dan Trachtenberg, 2022, Comanche), Hulu

In Class: Return of an Adventurer (Moustapha Alassane, 1966, Niger)

Readings:

Altman, Film Genre, Chapter 4

Janet Staiger, “Hybrid or Inbred: The Purity Thesis and Hollywood Genre History,” John G. Cawelti, “Chinatown and Generic Transformation in Recent American Films,” Tag Gallagher, “Shoot Out in the Genre Coral: Problems in the ‘Evolution’ of the Western,” Film Genre Reader IV

Michael Curtin, “Post-Americana: Twenty-First Century Media Globalization”

Mary Louise Pratt, “Arts of the Contact Zone”

Jesus Jimenez-Varea and Milagros Exposito-Barea, “Tears of the Black Tiger: The Western and Thai Cinema”

Resources:

Ivo Ritzer, “Spaghetti Westerns and Asian Cinema: Perspectives on Global Cultural Flows”

Rachel Harrison, “‘Somewhere over the Rainbow’: Global Projections/Local Allusions in Tears of the Black Tiger

Thomas Klein, “Bounty Hunters, Yakuzas and Rōnins: Intercultural Transformations between the Italian Western and the Japanese Swordfight Film in the 1960s”

Christian Uva, “Sergio Leone’s Short Century”

 

Week 3 The Cases of Noir and Giallo

Screenings:

El Vampiro Negro (Román Viñoly Barreto, 1953, Argentina), YouTube

Death Walks at Midnight (Luciano Ercoli, 1972, Italy), Prime Video

Holy Spider (Ali Abassa, 2022, Iran), Netflix or Prime

Readings:

Altman, Film Genre, Chapter 9

Peter J. Rabinowitz, “The Turn of the Glass Key: Popular Fiction as Reading Strategy”

Paul Schrader, “Notes on Film Noir,” David Desser, “Global Noir: Genre Film in the Age of Transnationalism,” Film Genre Reader IV

Raymond Borde and Etienne Chaumeton, “Toward a Definition of Film Noir”

J. A. Place and L. S. Peterson, “Some Visual Motifs in Film Noir”

Alexia Kannas, “The Problem of Genre”

Carol Clover, “Her Body, Herself”

Resources:

Alexia Kannas, “The Italian Giallo”

David George and Gizella Meneses, “Argentine Cinema: From Noir to Neo-Noir”

Babak Tabarraee, “Iranian Cult Cinema”

Sabrina Barton, “Female Investigation and Male Performativity in the Woman’s Psychothriller”

Steve Neale, “Melodrama and Tears”              

Barry Langford, “Film Noir”

 

Week 4 Police Stories

Screenings:

Insomnia (Erik Skjoldbjærg, 1997, Norway), Prime Video

Elite Squad (Jose Padilha, 2007, Brazil), Prime Video or Tubi

Readings:

Altman, Film Genre, Chapter 6

Björn Ægir Norðfjörð, “Crime Up North: The Case of Norway, Finland and Iceland”

Luis M. García-Mainar, “Nordic Noir: The Broad Picture”

Paul Julian Smith, “Transnational Cinemas: The Cases of Mexico, Argentina and Brazil”

Resources:

Randall Johnson, “Post-Cinema Novo Brazilian Cinema”

David Bordwell, “Style without Style?,” Christopher Nolan, A Labyrinth of Linkages

 

Week 5 The Yakuza and the Triad

Screenings:

Ishi the Killer* (Takashi Miike, 2009, Japan), iTunes

*Please be forewarned this is an example of Extreme Cinema. It will be the most explicitly violent film of the term. Do not watch if you have trouble dealing with extreme gore and violence.

Triumph of the Warriors: Walled In (Soi Cheng, 2024, Hong Kong), Prime Video or YouTube

In Class: Creepy (Kiyoshi Kurosawa, 2016, Japan), Prime Video

Readings:

Altman, Film Genre, Chapter 8

Robert Warshow, “The Gangster as Tragic Hero”

Kate E. Taylor-Jones, “Miike Takashi: Welcome to the Dark Side”

Elayne Chaplin, “Death and Duty: The Onscreen Yakusa”

David Bordwell, “Aesthetics in Action: Kung Fu, Gunplay and Cinematic Expression,”

Valerie Soe, “Gangsta Gangsta: Hong Kong Triad Films, 1986-2015”

Resources:

Esther M. K. Cheung, Gina Marchetti and Tan See Kam, “From the New Wave to The Digital Frontier”

Caleb Kelso-Marsh, “East Asian Noir: Transnational Film Noir in Japan, Korea, and Hong Kong”

Gina Marchetti and Tan See Kam, “Hong Kong Cinema and Global Change”

Sun Yi, “Generic Involution and Artistic Concession in Contemporary Hong Kong Cinema: Overheard Trilogy and Beyond”

Cheuk-to Li, “Popular Cinema in Hong Kong”

Tony Williams, “Takashi Miike’s Cinema of Outrage”

Felicia J. Ruff, “The Laugh Factory?: Humor and Horror at Le theatre du Grand Guignol”

  

Week 6 Body Genres

Screenings:

Atlantics (Mari Diop, 2019, France/Senegal), Netflix

Train to Busan (Yeon Sang-ho, 2016, Korea), Prime Video

Readings:

Linda Williams, “Body Genres,” and Thomas Elsasser, “Tales of Sound and Fury: Observations on the Family Melodrama,” Film Genre Reader IV 

Tom Bordun, “Genre Trouble and Extreme Cinema”

Robin Wood, “An Introduction to the American Horror Film”

Bliss Cua Lim, “Generic Ghosts: Remaking the New ‘Asian Horror Film’”

Resources:

Ryan Gardener, “Storming off the Tracks: Zombies, High Speed Rail and South Korean Identity in Train to Busan”

Dal Young Jin, “Webtoon-Based Korean Films on Netflix”

Kevin Wynter, “An Introduction to the Continental Horror Film”

Hye Seung Chung and David Scott Diffrient, “South Korean Cinema’s Transnational Trajectories”

Will McKeown, “Self-Sacrifice in Train to Busan (2016)”

 

Week 7 Reimagining Kaju

Screenings:

Pacific Rim (Guillermo Del Toro, 2013, USA), Prime Video

Godzilla Minus One (Takashi Yamazaki 2023, Japan), Prime Video

Readings:

Jeffrey Jerome Cohen, “Monster Culture (Seven Theses)”

Noël Carroll, “Fantastic Biologies and the Structures of Horrific Imagery”

Steven Rawle, “Every Country Has a Monster”

Joyce E. Boss, “Hybridity and Negotiated Identity in Japanese Popular Culture”

Erin Suzuki, “Monsters from the Deep” 

Resources:

Steven Rawle, “National Films, Transnational Monsters”

Hye Seung Chung and David Scott Diffrient, “From Gojira to Goemul: ‘Host’ Cities and ‘Post’ Histories in East Asian Monster Movies”

Kristine Larsen, “Shattering Reality: Monsters from the Multiverse”

Donna Haraway, “The Promise of Monsters: Regenerative Politics for Inappropriate/d Others”

Anthony Lioi, “Of Swamp Dragons: Mud, Megalopolis, and a Future for Ecocriticism”

Steven Rawle, “Distributing Kaijū: Localisation and Exploitation”

Barack Kushner, “Gojira as Japan’s Postwar Media Event”

 

Week 8 Self-Reflexive Musicals

Screenings:

Moulin Rouge (Baz Luhrmann, 2001, Australia), Hulu

Neptune Frost  (Anisia Uzeyman, Saul Williams, 2021, Rwanda), Kanopy

Readings:

Rick Altman, “The American Film Musical as Dual-Focus Narrative” and “The Structure of the American Film Musical”

Jane Feuer, “The Self-Reflexive Musical and the Myth of Entertainment,” Film Genre Reader IV

Umberto Eco, “Casablanca: Cult Movies and Intertextual Collage”

Corey K. Creekmur and Linda Y. Mokdad, “Introduction”

Björn Norðfjörð, “The Postmodern Transnational Film Musical”

Richard Dyer, “Entertainment and Utopia”

Resources:

Rick Altman, “Reusable Packaging: Generic Products and the Recycling Process”

Aeron Gerow, “Japan”

Michael Lawrence, “India”

 

Week 9 The Action Film

Screenings:

RRR (S. S. Rajamouli, 2022, India), Netflix

Sisu (Jalmari Helander 2022 Finland), Prime Video

Readings:

David Bordwell, “The Bounds of Difference,” and “Formula, Form and Norm”

Barry Langford, “The Action Blockbuster”

 

Week 10 Performance and Genre

Screenings:

Jawan (Atlee, 2023, India), Netflix, YouTube

Polite Society (Nida Manzoor, 2023, UK), Prime Video

Readings:

Richard Dacordova, “Genre and Performance: An Overview,” and Yvonne Tasker, “The Family in Action,” Film Genre Reader IV

Rajinder Dudrah, Elke Mader and Bernhard Fuchs, “Introduction”

Rajinder Dudrah, “Unthinking SRK and Global Bollywood”

Ashish Rajadhhyaksha, “SRK, Cinema and the Citizen: Perils of a Digital Superhero”

Elke Meader, “Shah Rukh Khan, Participatory Audiences, and the Internet”

 

Week 11 The Global Superhero

Screenings:

The People’s Joker (Vera Drew, 2022, USA), Prime Video

Oya: Rise of the Orishas (Nosa Igbinedion, 2015, Nigeria), YouTube

Sanjay’s Super-Team (Sanjay Patel, 2015, US/India), Prime Video

How I Became a Superhero (Douglas Attal, 2020, France), Netflix

Readings:

Ellen Kirkpatrick, “Transformation ⇌ Representation ⇌ Worldmaking” and “‘I Am a Superhero’; or, A Casting Call (to Arms)”

Rayna Denison, Rachel Mizsei-Ward and Derek Johnson, “Introduction: Superheroes on World Screens”

Lizelle Bischoff, “‘They Have Made Africa Proud’: The Nollywood Star System in Nigeria and Beyond”

Charlie Michel, “Whose Lost Bullet? Netflix, Cultural Politics and the Branding of French Action Cinema”

 

Week 12 Genre and Ideology

Screenings:

The Act of Killing (Christine Cynn and Joshua Oppenheimer, 2012, Indonesia), Prime Video

El Conde (Pablo Larrain, 2023, Chile), Netflix

Readings:

Robin Wood, “Ideology, Genre, Auteur” and Barbara Klinger, “‘Cinema/Ideology/Criticism Revisited: The Progressive Genre,” Film Genre Reader IV

Stefan Iversen and Henrik Skov Nielsen, “The Politics of Fictionality in Documentary Form: The Act of Killing and The Ambassador”

Annette Hill, “Documentary Imaginary: Production and Audience Research of The Act of Killing and The Look of Silence”

Resources:

Oki Rahadianto Sutopo, “Using Bourdieu to Understand Perpetrators in The Act of Killing and The Look of Silence

 

Week 13 Wuxia Swordsmen and Ottoman Sultans

Screenings:

Battle of Empires (Faruk Aksoy, 2012, Turkey)

House of Flying Daggers (Zhang Yimou, 2004, China), Prime Video

Readings:

Ian Kinane, “The Wuxia Films of Zhang Yimou: A Genre in Transit”

Christina Klein, “Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon: A Diasporic Reading”

Stephen Teo, “Film Genre and Chinese Cinema: A Discourse of Film and Nation”

Resources:

Excerpts from Eve Sedgwick, Between Men: English Literature and Male Homosocial Desire

Michael Curtin, “Media Capital in Chinese Film and Television”

Stephen Teo, “Film Genre and Chinese Cinema: A Discourse of Film and Nation”

 

Week 14 Wrapping Up

Screenings:

Kill Bill (Quentin Tarentino, 2003/2004, USA), Amazon

Lady Snowblood (Toshiya Fujita, 1973, Japan), Prime Video

Readings:

Joseph Kupfer, “Woman Warriors Unite,” “No Muscles, No Splatter,” and “Hyper-Violence: The Thrill of Kill Bill”

Peter Hitchcock, “Niche Cinema, or Kill Bill with Shaolin Soccer”

Biography

Henry Jenkins is the Provost Professor of Communication, Journalism, Cinematic Arts and Education at the University of Southern California. He arrived at USC in Fall 2009 after spending more than a decade as the Director of the MIT Comparative Media Studies Program and the Peter de Florez Professor of Humanities. He is the author and/or editor of twenty books on various aspects of media and popular culture, including Textual Poachers: Television Fans and Participatory Culture, Hop on Pop: The Politics and Pleasures of Popular Culture, From Barbie to Mortal Kombat: Gender and Computer Games, Convergence Culture: Where Old and New Media Collide, Spreadable Media: Creating Meaning and Value in a Networked Culture, and By Any Media Necessary: The New Youth Activism. His most recent books are Participatory Culture: Interviews (based on material originally published on this blog), Popular Culture and the Civic Imagination: Case Studies of Creative Social Change, and Comics and Stuff. He is currently writing a book on changes in children’s culture and media during the post-World War II era.  He has written for Technology Review, Computer Games, Salon, and The Huffington Post.

February 14th, 2026
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February 10th, 2026
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Back in August of 2025, we announced a temporary block on account creation for users under the age of 18 from the state of Tennessee, due to the court in Netchoice's challenge to the law (which we're a part of!) refusing to prevent the law from being enforced while the lawsuit plays out. Today, I am sad to announce that we've had to add South Carolina to that list. When creating an account, you will now be asked if you're a resident of Tennessee or South Carolina. If you are, and your birthdate shows you're under 18, you won't be able to create an account.

We're very sorry to have to do this, and especially on such short notice. The reason for it: on Friday, South Carolina governor Henry McMaster signed the South Carolina Age-Appropriate Design Code Act into law, with an effective date of immediately. The law is so incredibly poorly written it took us several days to even figure out what the hell South Carolina wants us to do and whether or not we're covered by it. We're still not entirely 100% sure about the former, but in regards to the latter, we're pretty sure the fact we use Google Analytics on some site pages (for OS/platform/browser capability analysis) means we will be covered by the law. Thankfully, the law does not mandate a specific form of age verification, unlike many of the other state laws we're fighting, so we're likewise pretty sure that just stopping people under 18 from creating an account will be enough to comply without performing intrusive and privacy-invasive third-party age verification. We think. Maybe. (It's a really, really badly written law. I don't know whether they intended to write it in a way that means officers of the company can potentially be sentenced to jail time for violating it, but that's certainly one possible way to read it.)

Netchoice filed their lawsuit against SC over the law as I was working on making this change and writing this news post -- so recently it's not even showing up in RECAP yet for me to link y'all to! -- but here's the complaint as filed in the lawsuit, Netchoice v Wilson. Please note that I didn't even have to write the declaration yet (although I will be): we are cited in the complaint itself with a link to our August news post as evidence of why these laws burden small websites and create legal uncertainty that causes a chilling effect on speech. \o/

In fact, that's the victory: in December, the judge ruled in favor of Netchoice in Netchoice v Murrill, the lawsuit over Louisiana's age-verification law Act 456, finding (once again) that requiring age verification to access social media is unconstitutional. Judge deGravelles' ruling was not simply a preliminary injunction: this was a final, dispositive ruling stating clearly and unambiguously "Louisiana Revised Statutes §§51:1751–1754 violate the First Amendment of the U.S. Constitution, as incorporated by the Fourteenth Amendment of the U.S. Constitution", as well as awarding Netchoice their costs and attorney's fees for bringing the lawsuit. We didn't provide a declaration in that one, because Act 456, may it rot in hell, had a total registered user threshold we don't meet. That didn't stop Netchoice's lawyers from pointing out that we were forced to block service to Mississippi and restrict registration in Tennessee (pointing, again, to that news post), and Judge deGravelles found our example so compelling that we are cited twice in his ruling, thus marking the first time we've helped to get one of these laws enjoined or overturned just by existing. I think that's a new career high point for me.

I need to find an afternoon to sit down and write an update for [site community profile] dw_advocacy highlighting everything that's going on (and what stage the lawsuits are in), because folks who know there's Some Shenanigans afoot in their state keep asking us whether we're going to have to put any restrictions on their states. I'll repeat my promise to you all: we will fight every state attempt to impose mandatory age verification and deanonymization on our users as hard as we possibly can, and we will keep actions like this to the clear cases where there's no doubt that we have to take action in order to prevent liability.

In cases like SC, where the law takes immediate effect, or like TN and MS, where the district court declines to issue a temporary injunction or the district court issues a temporary injunction and the appellate court overturns it, we may need to take some steps to limit our potential liability: when that happens, we'll tell you what we're doing as fast as we possibly can. (Sometimes it takes a little while for us to figure out the exact implications of a newly passed law or run the risk assessment on a law that the courts declined to enjoin. Netchoice's lawyers are excellent, but they're Netchoice's lawyers, not ours: we have to figure out our obligations ourselves. I am so very thankful that even though we are poor in money, we are very rich in friends, and we have a wide range of people we can go to for help.)

In cases where Netchoice filed the lawsuit before the law's effective date, there's a pending motion for a preliminary injunction, the court hasn't ruled on the motion yet, and we're specifically named in the motion for preliminary injunction as a Netchoice member the law would apply to, we generally evaluate that the risk is low enough we can wait and see what the judge decides. (Right now, for instance, that's Netchoice v Jones, formerly Netchoice v Miyares, mentioned in our December news post: the judge has not yet ruled on the motion for preliminary injunction.) If the judge grants the injunction, we won't need to do anything, because the state will be prevented from enforcing the law. If the judge doesn't grant the injunction, we'll figure out what we need to do then, and we'll let you know as soon as we know.

I know it's frustrating for people to not know what's going to happen! Believe me, it's just as frustrating for us: you would not believe how much of my time is taken up by tracking all of this. I keep trying to find time to update [site community profile] dw_advocacy so people know the status of all the various lawsuits (and what actions we've taken in response), but every time I think I might have a second, something else happens like this SC law and I have to scramble to figure out what we need to do. We will continue to update [site community profile] dw_news whenever we do have to take an action that restricts any of our users, though, as soon as something happens that may make us have to take an action, and we will give you as much warning as we possibly can. It is absolutely ridiculous that we still have to have this fight, but we're going to keep fighting it for as long as we have to and as hard as we need to.

I look forward to the day we can lift the restrictions on Mississippi, Tennessee, and now South Carolina, and I apologize again to our users (and to the people who temporarily aren't able to become our users) from those states.
February 9th, 2026
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