The series continues its wonted way, pleasing all fans of spraying fake blood, fake body parts, and probably fake Japanese stoicism. This time the evil Yagyu clan have ordered their ladies' adjunct to kill off Tomisaburô Wakayama with deadly flying radishes, even stealing baby Akihiro Tomikawa and threatening to drop him down a bottomless well if his father doesn't surrender. He doesn't, and that's two attempts to kill him, with another to come, and his own work. He is, after all, the greatest assassin in all of Japan, blah, blah, blah.
What did the people who made this movie and the others in the series think of it (and them)? Would they even tell the truth if you asked? When this sort of bloodbath flick became popular, did they think they were entering a brave new world, that had such people in't, or did they think that, well, it's a job and they needed the paycheck, so learn the lines and don't trip over the furniture? Or did they view the audience with contempt, like sneering at a bunch of four-year-olds offered a box of Mallomars each? Stupid kids! I'll bet if we offer you Cheetos you'll eat them, too!
Well, technically it's up on its toes. I especially like the sound the pulley makes when Wakayama is drawing the bucket with Tomikawa up from the depths of the well. It squeaks in a way that is indistinguishable from a child's babbling.
What did the people who made this movie and the others in the series think of it (and them)? Would they even tell the truth if you asked? When this sort of bloodbath flick became popular, did they think they were entering a brave new world, that had such people in't, or did they think that, well, it's a job and they needed the paycheck, so learn the lines and don't trip over the furniture? Or did they view the audience with contempt, like sneering at a bunch of four-year-olds offered a box of Mallomars each? Stupid kids! I'll bet if we offer you Cheetos you'll eat them, too!
Well, technically it's up on its toes. I especially like the sound the pulley makes when Wakayama is drawing the bucket with Tomikawa up from the depths of the well. It squeaks in a way that is indistinguishable from a child's babbling.