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Shogun Assassin

I hope they never remake this.

That’s the thing about remakes, they seldom understand what makes the original so transcendent. A lot of it is the film stock, the dialogue, the clothes and the hair styles. The choices that were made, rooted in the time that the film was made in.

Modern remakes have a standard of beauty in the casting that negates the power of the original. All the technology does not necessarily equate to a better film.

In Shogun Assassin, he’s slightly overweight, mourning his wife and trying to keep his son alive. He looks like classic middle management and he has that look that I’ve felt as a man, the sense of ‘ffs’. His hair is unkempt and he looks tired throughout.

The son’s voiceover, normally a device that’s really lazy, is perfect.

The way he says that he counts his father’s kills and then pauses between the words three hundred, then forty five, is lovely, an amusing touch.

The matter of fact way that people just die and they just keep walking. Even

Why mess with that?

Money obviously but that goes to some further thoughts I’ve had on pop culture and audiences.

They’re smarter than the business model would suggest. Why don’t we trust that?

People are drowning in choices for entertainment, from the most base obvious work to the stuff that’s so subtle and exclusive that you’re not even aware of it’s impact until it’s done. There’s room for everything.

Anyway, Shogun Assassin is perfect as it is. Sprays of arterial blood, balletic violence and a grim deliberate poetry to it all, set in a time that shows that history is simply a story of being human in the face of impersonal events.

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It is a good viewpoint to see the world as a dream. When you have something like a nightmare, you will wake up and tell yourself it was only a dream.  It is said that the world we live in is not a bit different from this
Hakagure – The Book of the samurai

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