Ladies, has this ever happened to you? Your stylist has just installed some new tracks of the hair you bought. Now you've got the length and fullness you've been dying for. If somebody turned on an industrial fan, you'd be Beyonce. But while you're tidying up your apartment, you feel something curling around your neck. Your new hair has just strangled you dead. If that's a problem you can relate to, then "Hair Extensions" might be as well be a documentary of your life.
But that would be impossible since this Japanese horror movie, which opens today at the Brattle, is weirder than anything life could offer. Directed and co-written by Sion Sono, "Hair Extensions" is loosely the story of, well, who can say. The plot is told in strands (forgive me) that eventually get tangled up (again, my bad). A junior stylist named Yuko (Chiaki Kuriyama) is stuck babysitting the abused daughter (Miku Sato) of her party-starting sister (Tsugumi), and Yuko's roommate (Megumi Sato) is the sort of aspiring hip-hop dancer whose troupe would clean up on "America's Best Dance Crew." These two spend the first bunch of scenes pretending they're on their own TV drama, which, whenever Yuko's sister is around, they are.
On the other side of town, customs officers have just found a bald corpse inside a giant shipment of human hair. They think her missing organs are being harvested. Boy, are they in the wrong movie. The night watchman at the morgue (Ren Osugi) knows what's up. He's seen the hair growing out of cuts and orifices, and its grotesque appetite clearly turns him on. He shows up at Yuko's training salon, selling the hair ("Exte" in Japanese slang) from that shipment to the owners.
To read the rest of this review, visit The Boston Globe: