In just under seven minutes, She’s Just a Shadow presents us with a murderous police officer tying up a naked woman to train tracks and beating off to completion before a train smashes her to shit and back, images of a surreal orgy, a naked woman having a fine sushi dinner eaten off of her naked body, and a pool hall brawl that features roughly 4,567 gallons of blood splashed around. Does all that set your exploitation Spidey-sense tingling? Then buckle up mother fucker, ‘cuz this flick is gonna take you for one hell of a fucked up ride!
Long story short, that fap-happy cop mentioned above is a serial killer, and that train track stunt is his bag baby. We also get introduced to a madam and her cadre of Harajuku-overload hookers, and a collection of gangster types, and before long their stories intersect in hyper-sexual and ultra-violent ways…
Now with this particular flick, the style is of equal importance as the story, and rest assured, writer/director Adam Sherman brings his A-game to these proceedings. On the surface you will detect fragrant notes of Tarantino and Miike, but for my money this flick contains ample traces of the aesthetics of flicks like Nagisa Oshima’s In the Realm of the Senses, Kenji Misumi’s Hanzo the Razor series, or even the Female Prisoner 701 series…basically a ton of sex and violence presented with the visual sense of a classically trained artist that decided that graffiti was their medium.
She’s Just a Shadow is exploitation bliss; unfiltered and pure and injected straight into your putrid pupils via a dirty needle. It doesn’t give a fuck if you are offended, but it does strive to grab your attention, which it surely does! I eagerly await more from Sherman, and will staunchly defend his desire to shove a high, hard middle finger down the throat of mainstream audiences!