Ring
Hideo Nakata, 1998,
Our protagonist finds a cursed videotape that kills the viewer a week after they watch it, so she starts using her skills as a journalist to get to the bottom of it, and then almost immediately hands the whole project over to her ex-husband so she can rest her little brain, because she is, after all, just a girl. Oh, and her ex is able to unravel the mystery in fairly short order due to the fact that he… has psychic powers. Almost all the exposition in this film is him telling her what he’s discovered, either by doing the kind of research that is her literal job, or by conveniently experiencing some hokey vision of a significant past event.
I know the Japanese are a little behind on the feminism thing, and their horror is generally a more vibes-forward affair, but I’ve just never been able to get on board with Ringu. It brings me no pleasure to be the guy who thinks the middling American remake is better, but there it is.