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Born cinephile, wannabe cineaste. Join me as I dissect the art of storytelling in films, comics, TV shows, and video games. May contain spoilers.
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Recently Viewed: ZVP

[The following review contains SPOILERS; YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.]

I somehow missed Junya Okabe’s ZVP when it was originally released on YouTube way back in 2017, which feels like an unforgivable oversight on my part—after all, it appears to have been created specifically to appeal to my peculiar cinematic sensibilities. I absolutely adore this flavor of fan film; a less explicitly mercenary variety of unlicensed adaptation, it scratches the same itch as a decently trashy rip-off or mockbuster (à la Dragon Ball: The Magic Begins) without the moral stain of being a cynical cash grab. It’s a purer breed of “derivative work,” motivated not by greed, but by genuine affection for the source material.

And that love certainly shines through in this ambitious crossover between the Zatoichi and Predator franchises—an epic mashup that positions it as a spiritual successor to Sandy Collora’s seminal Batman: Dead End. Despite the obviously limited resources at his disposal, the director demonstrates remarkable technical proficiency and command of his craft: the cinematography, fight choreography, and even sound mixing perfectly capture the style and atmosphere of a classic chanbara flick—with a few comparatively fanciful flourishes thrown in for good measure (some of the more fantastical costumes, for example, draw clear inspiration from the tokusatsu genre and shonen anime). The color grading is particularly impressive—not quite monochrome, but extremely desaturated, evoking the faded hand-painted imagery found in many early silent movies (appropriate, considering the general absence of audible dialogue throughout the piece).

It isn’t a flawless experience. The choppiness of the minimalistic narrative—which initially features a coherent (albeit fragmentary) plot before gradually evolving into something closer to a fake trailer or sizzle reel (reminiscent of Collora’s World’s Finest)—comes across as an admission of defeat, surrendering to the harsh realities of budgetary restrictions. Insufficient running time might also be to blame; clocking in at a lean eight minutes, the short simply lacks enough breathing room to develop the story beyond a basic premise—inevitably leaving the viewer ravenous for more.

Regardless of these superficial blemishes, however, the sheer talent on display—the exquisite production design, the spectacular VFX, the magnificent performances (especially the one delivered by the actor portraying the iconic blind swordsman, who respectfully avoids attempting to mimic the inimitable Shintaro Katsu)—ultimately redeems and elevates ZVP. Don’t call it a "guilty" pleasure; this is the quintessential passion project—and its unapologetic enthusiasm for its pulpy subject matter is irresistibly infectious.

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Just for fun, I wanted to share a small handful of what I consider to be the most perfectly cast roles of all time—the kinds of characters that simply couldn’t be played by any other actor, because some essential aspect of the performance would be lost in translation. This list is far from comprehensive, of course; I may update it later. Feel free to respond with your own picks!

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I’m an unapologetic fan of The Phantom Menace (though I must confess that I used to be a bit embarrassed to admit it). In the past, I struggled to articulate exactly why I found it to be so appealing; eventually, however, I discovered the answer in the more obscure corners of the jidaigeki genre: like A New Hope, the film is refreshingly transparent about its narrative and stylistic influences, making it an endlessly-satisfying treat for the truly devoted cinephile.

Consider, for example, the scene in which Qui-Gon Jinn uses his superhuman abilities to cheat at a game of chance, delighting in the opportunity to humiliate his morally-bankrupt opponent. Sounds a lot like Zatoichi, doesn’t it?

The dual identities of the shadowy central villain (Senator Palpatine/Darth Sidious), meanwhile, are reminiscent of Shinobi no Mono’s Sandayu Momochi/Nagato Fujibayashi, who likewise manipulates both sides of a bloody conflict in order to solidify his own power.

Even the controversial Jar Jar Binks shares a certain kinship with Akira Kurosawa’s “Clown” characters, who are often more helpful or insightful than their foolish behavior would initially suggest.

And in my opinion, these allusions, references, and mythic archetypes are what make Episode I so entertaining and memorable; they provide compelling evidence that, contrary to popular belief, the movie was a genuine labor of love.

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Well, I mean... I want to agree, but I don’t think I can really pass judgment until I’ve actually seen someone else take a crack at the role. After all, some characters are bigger than any single actor. Audiences back in the ‘60s hated the idea of anybody other than Sean Connery playing James Bond, and while On Her Majesty’s Secret Service wasn’t a complete financial failure (contrary to “common knowledge”), the negative publicity surrounding the re-casting definitely caused it to underperform at the box office. Of course, history would eventually vindicate the film: despite George Lazenby’s woodenness, OHMSS is now often ranked among the very best 007 adventures, and multiple performers have since slipped into the iconic tux (and sorry, Connery purists, but Daniel Craig is the coolest of the bunch).

Which isn't to suggest that all cinematic heroes are similarly flexible. Zatoichi, for example, did die with Shintaro Katsu; there have been several attempts to revive the franchise, but not even “Beat” Takeshi Kitano could fill his predecessor’s shoes... er, sandals. 

That said, I never would have believed that a Mad Max movie could succeed without Mel Gibson in front of the camera, but Tom Hardy absolutely killed it in Fury Road, so I’m a bit more open-minded about such matters now—still skeptical, but more than willing to be proven wrong.

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Currently Binging - Zatoichi: The Television Series

I have a bad habit of not actually watching the DVDs and Blu-rays that I buy. Case in point: I purchased the first season of the Zatoichi television series at a comic book convention years ago (courtesy of Media Blasters, distributors of only the most extreme and obscure content), and I’m just now getting around to popping it in. Because I’m so starved for fresh adventures in the Blind Swordsman saga (having seen all of the feature films, including bootlegs and spinoffs) that I can’t afford to ignore it anymore.

In terms of content, tone, and production value, the show isn’t drastically different from the movies that inspired it. In each episode, our hero wanders into a new town or village, gets swept up in the local drama, befriends an orphan or two, charms all the ladies, swindles greedy gamblers, and effortlessly vanquishes any foe foolish enough to cross swords with him. It’s definitely formulaic, but hey, the formula works, and there are enough subtle variations to keep things from getting too stale.

As always, leading man/producer (and occasional director) Shintaro Katsu plays a huge role in keeping the action grounded; whether he’s mirthfully chuckling at his own expense or noisily slurping noodles mid-battle, his performance humanizes his superhuman character, while his graceful choreography lends the stylized fight scenes a sense of weight and authenticity. Sure, there are a few recycled plot points. So what? It’s the cinematic equivalent of comfort food, and that familiar flavor never fails to satisfy. I look forward to enjoying several more helpings, and I’ll be sad when the meal finally, inevitably ends.

I thought this review was complete, but the series’ third episode is so fantastic that it deserves special attention.

Zatoichi tales written and/or directed by Katsu himself (particularly the borderline nihilistic Zatoichi in Desperation) tend to be more introspective, meditating on his iconic character’s flaws and shortcomings, and “A Memorial Day and the Bell of Life” is no exception. Because of his physical handicap, Ichi instinctively lashes out against any attacker, rarely considering the consequences—but here, he’s forced to confront the heartbroken daughter of a slain ronin who was merely honoring an obligation to a yakuza boss that provided him food and hospitality.

This theme is reinforced by the presence of Monji, one of the franchise’s most compelling rival swordsmen (“I can be a good guy or a bad guy, depending on the situation,” he proudly proclaims). Our hero fails to recognize this enigmatic figure on two occasions, with dire repercussions. The first is when he rescues Ichi from drowning, explaining that he’s repaying a debt; it takes Ichi quite a while to remember that he spared the man’s life in the opening scene, due to a longstanding vow to never spill blood on the anniversary of his mother’s death. Monji resolves to act as his bodyguard until the day is over, and Ichi gradually grows to admire his grit and moral code. Later, however, Monji wordlessly ambushes Ichi, hoping to test his skills now that both of their oaths have been fulfilled. Ichi cuts him down without a moment of hesitation, only realizing what he’s done after finding his newfound friend’s discarded cloak.

And the end credits roll over the image of our devastated protagonist’s visage as the full weight of his violent lifestyle utterly shatters him.

Disaster struck while I was watching the Zatoichi television series: a very, very minor scratch on one of the discs caused the best episode so far to skip several seconds of footage, right in the middle of a deliciously suspenseful scene (a huge pet peeve of mine). 

Obviously, this unfortunate event hasn’t diminished my overall enjoyment of the show, but it has severely soured my mood, so I’m temporarily pausing this particular binge—at least until I determine that my PS4 didn’t cause the damage.

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Currently Binging - Zatoichi: The Television Series

I have a bad habit of not actually watching the DVDs and Blu-rays that I buy. Case in point: I purchased the first season of the Zatoichi television series at a comic book convention years ago (courtesy of Media Blasters, distributors of only the most extreme and obscure content), and I’m just now getting around to popping it in. Because I’m so starved for fresh adventures in the Blind Swordsman saga (having seen all of the feature films, including bootlegs and spinoffs) that I can’t afford to ignore it anymore.

In terms of content, tone, and production value, the show isn’t drastically different from the movies that inspired it. In each episode, our hero wanders into a new town or village, gets swept up in the local drama, befriends an orphan or two, charms all the ladies, swindles greedy gamblers, and effortlessly vanquishes any foe foolish enough to cross swords with him. It’s definitely formulaic, but hey, the formula works, and there are enough subtle variations to keep things from getting too stale.

As always, leading man/producer (and occasional director) Shintaro Katsu plays a huge role in keeping the action grounded; whether he’s mirthfully chuckling at his own expense or noisily slurping noodles mid-battle, his performance humanizes his superhuman character, while his graceful choreography lends the stylized fight scenes a sense of weight and authenticity. Sure, there are a few recycled plot points. So what? It’s the cinematic equivalent of comfort food, and that familiar flavor never fails to satisfy. I look forward to enjoying several more helpings, and I’ll be sad when the meal finally, inevitably ends.

I thought this review was complete, but the series’ third episode is so fantastic that it deserves special attention.

Zatoichi tales written and/or directed by Katsu himself (particularly the borderline nihilistic Zatoichi in Desperation) tend to be more introspective, meditating on his iconic character's flaws and shortcomings, and “A Memorial Day and the Bell of Life” is no exception. Because of his physical handicap, Ichi instinctively lashes out against any attacker, rarely considering the consequences—but here, he’s forced to confront the heartbroken daughter of a slain ronin who was merely honoring an obligation to a yakuza boss that provided him food and hospitality.

This theme is reinforced by the presence of Monji, one of the franchise’s most compelling rival swordsmen (“I can be a good guy or a bad guy, depending on the situation,” he proudly proclaims). Our hero fails to recognize this enigmatic figure on two occasions, with dire repercussions. The first is when he rescues Ichi from drowning, explaining that he’s repaying a debt; it takes Ichi quite a while to remember that he spared the man’s life in the opening scene, due to a longstanding vow to never spill blood on the anniversary of his mother’s death. Monji resolves to act as his bodyguard until the day is over, and Ichi gradually grows to admire his grit and moral code. Later, however, Monji wordlessly ambushes Ichi, hoping to test his skills now that both of their oaths have been fulfilled. Ichi cuts him down without a moment of hesitation, only realizing what he’s done after finding his newfound friend’s discarded cloak.

And the end credits roll over the image of our devastated protagonist’s visage as the full weight of his violent lifestyle utterly shatters him.

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Currently Binging - Zatoichi: The Television Series

I have a bad habit of not actually watching the DVDs and Blu-rays that I buy. Case in point: I purchased the first season of the Zatoichi television series at a comic book convention years ago (courtesy of Media Blasters, distributors of only the most extreme and obscure content), and I’m just now getting around to popping it in. Because I’m so starved for fresh adventures in the Blind Swordsman saga (having seen all of the feature films, including bootlegs and spinoffs) that I can’t afford to ignore it anymore.

In terms of content, tone, and production value, the show isn’t drastically different from the movies that inspired it. In each episode, our hero wanders into a new town or village, gets swept up in the local drama, befriends an orphan or two, charms all the ladies, swindles greedy gamblers, and effortlessly vanquishes any foe foolish enough to cross swords with him. It’s definitely formulaic, but hey, the formula works, and there are enough subtle variations to keep things from getting too stale.

As always, leading man/producer (and occasional director) Shintaro Katsu plays a huge role in keeping the action grounded; whether he’s mirthfully chuckling at his own expense or noisily slurping noodles mid-battle, his performance humanizes his superhuman character, while his graceful choreography lends the stylized fight scenes a sense of weight and authenticity. Sure, there are a few recycled plot points. So what? It’s the cinematic equivalent of comfort food, and that familiar flavor never fails to satisfy. I look forward to enjoying several more helpings, and I’ll be sad when the meal finally, inevitably ends.

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Recently Viewed: Fullmetal Alchemist

Watched Fullmetal Alchemist on Netflix. Despite numerous warning signs (chiefly the fact that it skipped American theaters entirely, including my usual niche venues), I actually had high hopes for this one—and not just because I’m fond of the 2003 anime series. No, what really caught my eye was the director, Fumihiko Sori, who also helmed 2008’s Ichi—a film that transcends its “gender-flipped Zatoichi” premise to become a surprisingly poignant tribute to the legacy of actor Shintaro Katsu. I firmly believed that if anybody possessed the vision necessary to distill everything that made Hiromu Arakawa’s beloved manga so special into a two-hour running time, it would be Sori.

While I still think that this is probably the best possible live action adaptation of the sprawling source material, it is, to put it charitably, a decidedly mixed bag. All of the fandom’s favorite traumatizing moments are faithfully recreated… but often at the expense of narrative momentum, which consequently diminishes their emotional impact (the revelation of Ninalexander is particularly egregious, landing with a thud in the middle of the movie when it would be better served as a climax). A sturdier plot might have compensated for the rather lackluster visual effects, but condensing so many chapters-worth of story down to feature length leaves several vital elements—from Alphonse Elric’s angst over the true nature of his incorporeal existence to the motivations behind Colonel Mustang’s ambition—woefully underdeveloped. Even the actors can’t quite salvage the picture, delivering stilted, cartoonish performances that are at odds with the otherwise serious tone; only Ryuta Sato (pitch perfect as Maes Hughes) and Shinji Uchiyama (exuding an air of subtle menace as the homunculus Gluttony) escape relatively unscathed.

Fullmetal Alchemist isn’t all bad: the production design, inspired by turn-of-the-century Europe (much like the original), is exquisite, and it’s easy to get swept up in the explosive conclusion. At the end of the day, however, the finished product resembles the fruits of the protagonists’ ill-fated attempt at Human Transmutation: a mangled, writhing mass of barely-recognizable ingredients that shows a few fleeting signs of life... before expiring in a heap of gore and viscera.

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Recently Viewed: Duel to the Death

I’m a huge fan of martial arts movies that feature both Chinese and Japanese combatants: Zatoichi Meets the One-Armed Swordsman, Master of the Flying Guillotine, Sword of the Stranger, and especially Lau Kar-leung’s Heroes of the East. So when I stumbled upon an article about a kung fu film called Duel to the Death, which revolves around—surprise, surprise—a duel between the best swordsman from each country, I immediately knew I had to own it. Fortunately, some random vendor on Amazon had a brand new copy of the out-of-print DVD on offer.

From the opening melee between a band of shinobi thieves and a small army of Shaolin monks to the absurdly brutal climactic clash, Duel to the Death is a delightfully, unabashedly old-school wuxia flick, replete with ludicrous ninja magic, gravity-defying acrobatics, and less-than-convincing disguises (you’d be forgiven for failing to realize that the leading lady is supposed to be masquerading as a young boy). Beneath these cheesier, surface-level pleasures, however, lies a genuinely compelling examination of the self-destructive nature of blind patriotism. The refreshingly sympathetic depiction of the Japanese antagonist is particularly striking. Like many of the most iconic characters in samurai cinema, he finds himself torn between his loyalty to a corrupt master and his own personal code of honor. Under a different set of circumstances, he might have been the hero of the story. Sadly, despite his clear disdain for his conniving, duplicitous “allies”, he refuses to relinquish his sense of national pride, propelling the narrative towards its tragic, blood-soaked conclusion.

This element of moral complexity elevates Duel to the Death. Like Heroes of the East and Zatoichi Meets the One-Armed Swordsman, it argues that we will only achieve true peace when we set aside our differences and strive to better understand one another—a message that, in my opinion, always remains relevant.

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Recently Viewed: Zatoichi vs. Flying Guillotine

While digging through my DVD collection back in Florida, I managed to unearth one of the weirdest (and possibly most cursed; I found it at the bottom of a Walmart bargain bin) films I’ve ever purchased: Zatoichi vs. Flying Guillotine, part of the four-movies-on-one-disc Wu Tang Protect Ya Neck Collection. This is a rare and special artifact: a Chinese bootleg addition to the Blind Swordsman mythos, which features the shocking revelation that our jovial hero only lived in Japan because he was kidnapped by pirates (a reasonable revision, considering the two countries' turbulent history). He returns to his motherland just in time to discover that his long-lost brother has been slain, leading him to embark on—what else?—a quest for revenge.

Aside from the obvious aesthetic and cultural differences, Flying Guillotine feels remarkably like an official Zatoichi adventure. The lead actor bears an uncanny resemblance to Shintaro Katsu, and his imitation of Ichi’s trademark mannerisms—from his mirthful laughter to his hearty appetite—is absolutely spot-on. Sadly, his inclusion in the story is a blatant afterthought, probably intended to capitalize on the character's unanticipated popularity following his famous duel with Jimmy Wang Yu’s One-Armed Swordsman. The bulk of his screen time is totally unrelated to the main plot (including his climactic duel with an enigmatic assassin wielding the eponymous exotic weapon), and when he finally does encounter his brother’s repentant killer, his actions are so uncharacteristically cruel and barbaric that I have to assume they were originally written for a more generic “vengeful relative” archetype.

It doesn’t help that this particular release is (as expected, if I’m being honest) a subpar VHS transfer, with a pan and scan so abysmal that the protagonists are occasionally cropped out of the frame entirely. If you’re a true chanbara fanatic, Zatoichi vs. Flying Guillotine is a fascinating curiosity, but at the end of the day, there’s a reason it’s been largely forgotten.

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Recently Viewed - Sleepy Eyes of Death 4: Sword of Seduction

Woke up feeling a little under the weather, so I decided to stay in and take it easy. Fortunately, I brought plenty of DVDs back from Florida to keep me company—including Sleepy Eyes of Death 4: Sword of Seduction.

I’d read that the series started to find its own unique voice with this installment, breaking away from the standard chanbara formulas and finally exploring Nemuri Kyoshiro’s tragic origins (they don’t call him the Son of the Black Mass for nothing). It certainly delivers a far more lurid and interesting plot than the cynical samurai’s cinematic debut: opium smugglers, fugitive Christians, fallen priests, deformed noblewomen, and a long-lost relative are only the beginning of our hero’s troubles. Of course, the real draw for me was the triumphant return of Tomisaburo Wakayama’s Chen Sun, now sporting a ridiculous hairdo and wielding a quarterstaff (the actor’s real-life weapon of choice). Once again, the proud monk shirks his duties as a bodyguard in order to seek an honorable duel with his eternal rival/BFF, and once again, their climactic clash is an absolute showstopper, though this time its overly abrupt conclusion leaves something to be desired. Still, Sword of Seduction is a fun and stylish jidaigeki classic—thanks in no small part to the direction of Kazuo Ikehiro, who also helmed a few of my favorite Zatoichi films.

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Recently Viewed - Sleepy Eyes of Death: The Chinese Jade

I had a hankering for some good, old-fashioned samurai cinema, and with no more Lone Wolf and Cub films left to sate my appetite, I turned to Sleepy Eyes of Death: The Chinese Jade, the first episode in the long-running adventures of Nemuri Kyoshiro, otherwise known as the Son of the Black Mass.

As far as chanbara plots go, this one is fairly standard: our shrewd, cynical protagonist finds himself drawn into a convoluted conspiracy, beset on all sides by ninja assassins, corrupt court officials, and devious smugglers. While it’s certainly satisfying to watch Kyoshiro and his ragtag band of misfits expose the inherent hypocrisy of bushido, the real star of the show is the legendary Tomisaburo Wakayama, here playing Chen Sun, a warrior monk capable of vanquishing a dozen skilled swordsmen with nothing but his bare fists. Like the best Zatoichi antagonists, Chen Sun is an honorable man coerced into serving a nefarious master (character actor Date Saburo in a surprisingly meaty role), and he spends the bulk of his screen time attempting to test his prowess against our hero’s signature technique, the Full Moon Cut. Wakayama’s athleticism and charisma go a long way towards compensating for the movie’s lackluster fight choreography and long stretches of dull exposition.

Ultimately, The Chinese Jade is no Zatoichi and the Chest of Gold or Lone Wolf and Cub: Baby Cart in the Land of Demons, but it’s still worth viewing at least once—if only because it features one of the most refreshingly creative climactic duels you’re likely to encounter in this particular genre.

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My Five Favorite Zatoichi Duels

[In order to illuminate why, exactly, I love the fight scenes discussed below, I describe certain plot elements in great detail. If you’d rather avoid spoilers for a film series that’s over fifty years old, consider this your final WARNING.]

5. Wang Kang, Zatoichi Meets the One-Armed Swordsman

Forget Batman v Superman. In the world of martial arts cinema, this is the gladiator match to end all others: Shintaro Katsu’s lightning-fast reverse cut pitted against Jimmy Wang Yu’s iconic broken blade. Beyond the obvious marketing gimmick (the film was released just a few years before Zatoichi transitioned to the small screen), however, the climactic confrontation between these two titans resonates because it carries genuine thematic weight. The narrative is built around a series of misunderstandings: Wang Kang, a Chinese man in an unfamiliar and hostile country, finds himself on the wrong side of the corrupt local authorities. Ichi desperately tries to lend the wrongfully accused man his aid, but the language barrier between them hinders him at every turn. Finally, convinced that the blind man has betrayed him and caused the deaths of innocent bystanders, Wang Kang turns his sword against his would-be benefactor. The fast-paced and ferocious fight leaves the combatants drenched in sweat and nursing multiple wounds, and when the final blow is struck, both men lament that their inability to communicate has led to such senseless violence.

4. Yasaburo, Samaritan Zatoichi

As far as the rival ronin archetype goes, Yasaburo is a bit bland: he lusts after the innocent woman Ichi spends the film attempting to rescue, throws in with the yakuza thugs pursuing the pair, and eventually turns on his allies after deciding that only he is worthy of slaying the blind swordsman. He makes up for any shortcomings in characterization by giving Ichi one of the toughest fights of his career. Cleverly using the thundering beat of distant festival drums to cover his footsteps, he lashes out relentlessly, confusing his sightless opponent’s keen senses and keeping him constantly off balance—even knocking him flat on his back at one point! Just as Yasaburo’s victory seems imminent, however, the drums abruptly stop, and the sound of his sandals rustling through the dry leaves gives away his position. He screams as Ichi’s blade bites into his abdomen—and, in a display of pure badassery, stuffs a rag into his bleeding mouth to muffle his cries of pain before attempting one last futile attack. While he may not be quite as memorable as most of the other antagonists in the series, his massive cojones earn him a spot on this list.

3. Akazuka, Zatoichi Challenged

Unlike most of the opponents Ichi faces—raggedy ronin selling their skills for gold and glory—Akazuka is, in fact, a loyal servant of the government, assassinating black market pornographers and destroying any evidence that might cause a scandal. Unfortunately, even though he respects Ichi as both a swordsman and a human being, Akazuka comes into conflict with the blind warrior when he sets his sights Shokichi, the artist that was coerced into producing the contraband material—a victim of the conspiracy, rather than a willing participant. Because he has just liberated Shokichi and reunited him with his long-lost son, Ichi has no intention of allowing the samurai to accomplish his mission. Akazuka, meanwhile, insists that the law can show no mercy, and he will therefore not hesitate to kill both Ichi and the child to reach his target. This philosophical disagreement inevitably erupts into violence, with Ichi literally rolling and flailing through the freshly-fallen snow to evade his foe’s expert parries. After he’s forced to throw his sword to kill an unexpected second opponent, Ichi even resorts to tackling and biting Akazuka. The proud samurai, fed up with his enemy’s tenacity, throws him to the ground, raises his katana to deliver the final blow—and stays his hand, at long last touched by the remarkable blind man’s selflessness and compassion. Sheathing his sword, he concedes defeat and walks away, becoming one of a lucky few to survive an encounter with Zatoichi.

2. Tanakura, Zatoichi the Fugitive

A brutish, sneering mercenary who follows his own inscrutable code of honor, Tanakura arguably paved the way for nearly every subsequent rival ronin. From the moment Ichi humiliates him in front of a room full of high-ranking yakuza, much of the film’s plot revolves around building up to their epic, one-on-one showdown. Beyond their constant attempts at one-upmanship, though, their bitter rivalry is deeply personal: Tanakura is currently married to Tane, a young woman Ichi once loved (previously seen in The Tale of Zatoichi and The Tale of Zatoichi Continues), but ultimately left behind, hoping to protect her from his violent, aimless lifestyle. In many ways, Tane is the Zatoichi franchise’s answer to Vesper Lynd—and, like Vesper, she eventually loses her life after betraying our hero’s trust, struck down by her own husband as she desperately urges him to flee after they’ve lured Ichi into a trap. Enraged by her death, Ichi abandons his usual defensive fighting style and rushes to meet Tanakura head on. Sadly, his newfound aggression is no match for his opponent’s pure savagery, and the blind swordsman soon finds himself kneeling in the mud, his blade shattered, completely at the madman’s mercy. Fortunately, Ichi is more than willing to play dirty when his back is against a wall: he simply unsheathes the second blade hidden in the hilt of his cane sword and plunges it into his enemy’s stomach. Even fatally wounded, however, Tanakura manages to land one final low blow, using his last breath to forever tarnish Ichi’s idealized memories of Tane, taunting him with just how far she’d fallen. This leads to one of the most haunting images in the entire series: Ichi dancing down the road, pretending to cheerfully laugh as he reflects on just how blind he’s been.

1. Jushiro, Zatoichi and the Chest of Gold

Like Yasaburo, this scarred, bullwhip-weilding ronin’s motivations are somewhat shallow: he comes into conflict with Ichi because, more or less, he just plain doesn’t like him, viewing the blind swordsman as little more than an insect that deserves to be crushed underfoot. Here, however, the performer elevates the material. Tomisaburo Wakayama, Shintaro Katsu’s older brother, sinks his teeth into both the role and the scenery, essentially playing the character as an overgrown bully, snarling and cackling as he revels in causing pain and suffering. Appropriately, his climactic duel with Ichi is the ultimate expression of this sadistic attitude. Arriving at the appointed location riding a horse at full gallop, he quickly ensnares Ichi with his whip and drags him along the rough, dusty road, taunting him all the while. Fumbling to unsheathe his weapon, Ichi finally manages to knock his opponent off his mount. From here, the fight is realistically abrupt, yet elegant in its simplicity: the dazed combatants charge, cross swords two or three times, lock blades, and somehow end up back-to-back. They hesitate, neither willing to make the first move for fear of inviting the decisive counterattack. At last, Jushiro spins, raising his katana high for the killing stroke—leaving himself wide open for Ichi’s low thrust. The villain falls to his knees. A moment later, so does Ichi, feeling the grief of his accumulated cuts and bruises as the adrenaline rush fades. This wouldn’t be the last time our normally invulnerable hero was forced to fight after enduring a severe beating (from performing self-surgery in Zatoichi and the Fugitives to having his hands pierced with a harpoon in Zatoichi in Desperation), but few of the other examples carry the visceral punch of this brutal and beautiful ballet of swordsmanship.

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Random Thought Before Bed: My Informal Pitch for a Zatoichi Video Game

You are Ichi—blind masseur, lonesome wanderer, deadly swordsman. You long for a life of peace, but wherever you go, you inevitably find yourself drawn into violent conflict. Will you pursue justice, defending the oppressed and downtrodden from corrupt politicians and ruthless yakuza? Or will you follow the path of the mercenary, selling you blade to the highest bidder at the expense of your soul? The choice is yours.

  • All foes fear your flashing blade. Fluid, responsive swordplay is easy to learn, but difficult to master. Carve your way through small armies of lowlife criminal scum to increase your power and unlock new styles and combos. Then, test your skills against the deadliest ronin in all the land, including a few legendary historical figures.
  • Your reputation precedes you. Do you treat your underworld bosses with the scorn they deserve and risk alienating future employers—or, worse, incurring their wrath? Do you treat your fellow commoners as equals, or do you ignore their desperate cries for help, as though their day-to-day struggles are none of your concern? Your interactions with NPCs shape your overall experience, ensuring that no two play-throughs are identical.
  • Japan is your sandbox. Like the “real” Zatoichi, your journey never truly ends. Instead of an overarching narrative, the game presents a series of adventures scattered across a sprawling map, to be discovered at the player’s leisure. And if you should ever tire of all the bloodshed, you can always gamble, play the biwa, and even sumo wrestle (to name just a few of the countless mini-games) in order to earn extra money or improve your reputation.

The darkness is your ally. On this long, winding, lawless road, a man is free to choose his own path. Choose yours wisely, wanderer.

Pre-order now to unlock a special day-one DLC package: Tournament Mode (battle every one of the game’s ronin back-to-back), an additional Hidden Boss (Takeshi Kitano’s bleached-blond interpretation of the blind swordsman), and alternate skins (including one for the female version of the character seen in the 2008 film Ichi).

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Redefining Horror: Blind Menace (1960)

We all know the popular archetypes. The jock. The slut. The stoner. The virgin. Maybe a wheelchair-bound youth for some extra variety/pathos. Like machete swinging maniacs, self-aware splatter flicks such as Scream and the more recent Cabin in the Woods hack these tired clichés into gooey, steaming chunks. But before Halloween and Friday the 13th really codified the familiar conventions, Martin Scorsese described Taxi Driver as his spin on the horror genre. He referred not to visceral horror—the jump scares and gore gags associated with the then-emerging slasher movement—but to psychological horror—finding true terror in the very worst of human behavior.

I could squeeze plenty of films into this character-centric subgenre (A Clockwork Orange springs to mind), but few would embody its central thematic concerns as perfectly and elegantly as Kazuo Mori’s Blind Menace (Japanese title: Shiranui Kengyo)—the most chilling journey through the pitch black landscape of a man’s soul ever committed to celluloid.  

The soul belongs to blind masseur Suganoichi (played by Shintaro Katsu a full two years before the Zatoichi series catapulted him to superstardom), a man so willfully and unrepentantly evil that Richard III might find his company unpleasant. Driven by an insatiable hunger for wealth and power, he robs, rapes, blackmails, and murders his way to the top of the social ladder. Whatever he wants, he takes by force; whatever slips through his fingers, he destroys without remorse.

Like many of the more memorable movie “monsters” (Norman Bates, for instance), Suganoichi wears the skin of a man, making his dark deeds all the more shocking and terrifying (He could be my neighbor!). I even briefly found myself sympathizing with him; we first encounter him as a child, using his wits (and a well-aimed booger) to feed his penniless mother’s alcoholism. As the broken-down woman drowns her sorrows, she encourages him to escape poverty by any means necessary—no easy task for a sightless youth in feudal Japan. Thus, Suganoichi becomes an outcast and an underdog, struggling to survive in an oppressive, corrupt society.

But, like Alex DeLarge, this “underdog” gradually sheds the layers of his humanity. Any pretense of buried decency evaporates the moment he enters the home of Lady Namie Imai. She desperately needs 50 ryo to settle her brother’s debts and save his clan—a delicate situation she hopes to hide from her honorable husband. Suganoichi lends her the money out of his own pocket—but his generosity comes at a steep price.

The brutal rape scene borrows much of its visual language from German Expressionism and Universal’s classic monster movies: disorienting camerawork, creeping shadows, framing that leaves the worst of the violence to the viewer’s imagination. The patter of rain drowns out the lady’s sobs.

When the husband arrives the next morning, the blind scoundrel makes a great show of thanking Namie for her hospitality… and then asks her to return the money she kindly agreed to hold for him. Unable to protest in front of her husband without revealing her deception, she reluctantly complies. And this is just the first crack in Suganoichi’s façade, a mere glimpse of the evil hidden behind his charismatic grin.

Any film that contains such horrific characters and imagery deserves to be called a horror film. “Genre” has evolved into some sort of exclusive club; if a picture fails to follow a particular dress code, the bouncer kicks it to the curb. I think the time has come to lift the velvet rope and adopt a more inclusive system—one defined by tone/mood/atmosphere rather than a Scream-style checklist. Taxi Driver is a horror movie. A Clockwork Orange is a horror movie.

Blind Menace is a horror movie. 

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