Having begun life as a “Pink Film,” Meike Mitsuru’s wild cinematic ride still betrays its softcore roots, but strives for more without ever totally abandoning an underground vibe. Starring Kuroda Emi as a call girl caught in the crossfire of an international incident, the film has the requisite sex scenes that come with titillating regularity, but also a B-movie plot with pretensions of global relevance.
When she’s in the wrong place at the wrong time Sachiko Hanoi is hit by a bullet in the head that leaves her unharmed but with a new hyper-sexualized, super-intelligent persona which leads to scenes where she climaxes while discussing the significance of Kant or Chomsky. Her charming nymphomania manages to unsettle a family she stays with, awakening the teen boy’s horniness and the dad’s middle-aged lust, all the while schooling them on the intricacies of epistemology and international relations. But all’s not sweetness and pink light: when she discovers that she possesses a highly prized replica of the US president’s finger, she becomes sought after by a North Korean agent who wants the cloned finger-on-the-button since it controls all the regions ICBMs. Need I describe the scene when the Prez’s disembodied digit finger-fucks a helpless Sachiko as she writhes naked on the ground? It’s all played on the level and everyone sells it, which helps and makes it as good an example of this quasi-genre as you’re likely to find.