

Between their streams of whisky and misanthropic conversations about the human race, they set about solving this supernatural, murder mystery. Instead our leads are the cold but curious middle aged Kazuyuki Asakawa, and his misogynistic, borderline-psychopathic acquaintance Ry?ji Takayama.

However, the first big thing movie fans will notice is the absence of a young mother struggling to juggle a career, her child and concerns about a curse throughout. From here they’ve got a week to get to the bottom of things before they die, like all those that watched before, at the hands of the telekinetic Sadako Yamamura. Following clues to a cabin in the hills, they watch a mysterious videotape depicting a mix of violent and abstract imagery based around a teenage girl, a volcano and a womb.

Following a thrilling, and deeply creepy introduction, an initially sceptical journalist tries to get to the bottom of an unexplainable set of deaths. Much of the first book will be familiar to film-watchers, with it following the same basic plot. Yet in its scale and innovation this horror/ sci-fi hybrid will transfix you in a way no telling has before. This may not sound like The Ring people will know and love. It’s a journey that starts within a single house in Tokyo, then goes all through the countryside, round seaside towns and to a desert in North America before finishing outside the world as we know it. Now, having just closed the last page of the final book, I feel like I’ve been on a hell of a journey. Fortunately a wet and cold night prompted me to finally start reading. Yet unit recently I’d never bothered with Koji Suzuki’s source material.

Older and wiser, I’ve revisited both sets of films a number of times and watched a number of poorly made spin offs. There was so much mystery and intrigue, plus having not seen the original I don’t exaggerate when I say the grand finale made for one of the most harrowing experiences I’ve ever had at an auditorium. And as the largest march in Blighty’s history raged outside I was sat in the cinema with friends watching the US remake of Japanese scareathon Ringu. It was Saturday 15 th of February 2003 in London.
