Samurai II - Duel at Ichijoji Temple
Samurai III - Duel at Ganryu Island
I watched the first film a couple of years ago and always wanted to finish the trilogy. So last night and earlier this week, I did. I love Asian period pieces and especially ones with a martial bent, so it's difficult to find a useful opinion to share. First of all, I was surprised at the production quality. Somehow I'd got into my head that these would be scruffy indie culty pulp, but they're genuine late 50's studio productions, Doris Day with katana. Some fabulous, colourful garments being worn all around. I was confused as to whether some of the outdoor shots were taken in the studio - on the one hand they was that familiar 'off-ness' such shots inevitably bring, while on the other hand the attention to details would have to have been pretty insane to get what they got. Given that plenty of shooting evidently did take place out of doors (the final duel is a notably insane feat of continuity), I'm drawing the conclusion that the fakey looking ones were done with a great deal of care and attention when greater control of the scene was felt to be necessary. There are some lovely looking skies and atomspheres in some of these shots.
Speaking of Doris Day, the lead women characters are appalling wet blankets. Part of the attraction of watching (esp. Asian) period films is taking a look at the occasionally astonishing set of manners - shame, deference, the honour of schools and households etc. - which purportedly held sway at the time. Then agan these are being seen through the filter of the time the film was made (and then again through my own, in an entirely different time and place), so it's only with a great deal more experience than I have that we can truly pick through what was ancient, and what was more modern. But these women ... All they seem to do is mope, and throw themselves about for the love of a good strong man. The main story seemingly being told, certainly across these two films as I don't recall the first all that well, is of Takezo's tribulous dedication to the life of the sword, and of the ramifications that has for his personal life. By the end, his eventual maturity in this regard - accepting there is also a place for personal relationships to be honoured - is contrasted against that of his rival, whose greater 'purity' becomes seen as a fault. As it happens, Takezo also treats this man with a great deal more care than the woman he supposedly loves.
Apart from the nauseating depiction of women, the films are highly enjoyable and beautiful to watch. Having read the Hagakure at some distant point in my youth, and having confused Musashi Miyamoto with Yamamoto Tsunetomo (the originator of said work) throughout my watching of these films, I was wrongfully disappointed with the absence of any deeper lessons about the nature and mindset of the Samurai. The second film seemed to begin (or continue) a tic where some philosophical bushido principle would be stated on screen in conjunction with Takezo learning a particular lesson; a tic apparently abandoned in the third film. I kept expecting a bit more exposition on the subject of service and the embrace of death, but as I've said, it was a wrongful expectation anyway. Overall a very pleasant digestive break from modern whizz-bangery.