The transformation might be complete: The crap-and-gore, genre-mincing Tasmanian devil of Asian pulp psychosis Takashi Miike we've come to know and, well, semilove since 1999's Audition now seems to have finished evolving into a tasteful, even resonant art-house master. It has taken him only 50 movies or so — if that's what has happened. Any familiarity with the Miike-verse should tell you never to pigeonhole this most protean and unpredictable of filmmakers.
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Hara-Kiri: Death of a Samurai, like 13 Assassins, is more than just another bid for respectability. It may well be Miike's best film — a patient, ominous piece of epic storytelling that conscientiously rips the scabs off the honorable samurai mythology. Re-adapting Yasuhiko Takiguchi's novel (Masaki Kobayashi had an international hit with it in 1962), Miike authoritatively takes on the portentous shogunate territory of Mizoguchi and Kurosawa; architecture dictates composition, and iconography speaks for itself. In a feudal lord's palace, news comes from the gate that an unemployed samurai wishes to perform seppuku in the estate courtyard. "Another one," the head honcho (Kôji Yakusho) grumbles, already apparently weary of "suicide bluffs." Times are so tough, we're told, that legions of jobless warriors have resorted to claiming desire for hara-kiri and turn up to tell their sob stories and risk having to go through with it but secretly angling for a job or a donation instead. It's all about the money.
Spinning yarns as lives hang in the balance is the crucial activity — coupling stories within stories, the film weaves a broad but detailed canvas. The would-be gut-cutter in question (Ebizô Ichikawa) appears resolved until he is told the story of the last seppuku petitioner, who despite being young, wracked with doubt, and armed with only a dull bamboo sword was forced by the lord's badass samurai minions to carry through with his task. Ichikawa's steely hero knows this already, and his agenda has layers — not the least of which is to confront the heartless-neocon-samurai ethos head-on.
Hara-Kiri: Death of a Samurai
Starring Ebiz Ichikawa, Hikari Mitsushima, and Koji Yakusho. Directed by Takashi Miike. Written by Yasuhiko Takiguchi and Kikumi Yamagishi. 126 minutes. Not rated. Friday, September 21, through Thursday, September 27, at Tower Theater, 1508 SW Eighth St., Miami; 305-642-1264; towertheatermiami.com.
Miike's version is both a melodramatic deepening and a grisly doubling-down of Kobayashi's great original, and though its good taste might frustrate the blood thirst of Miike's fan base, the movie satisfies more classical movie hungers. The film's mournful steadiness and eloquence more resemble the late career work of Twilight Samurai's Yôji Yamada than, say, 2001's maniacal Visitor Q (only Miike's oeuvre could possibly cover that distance), and his elasticity has already earned him complaints. (Beware die-hard Miikeists who talk about being "bored.") Certainly, Miike has never before mustered acting this authentic and wise from a cast; Yakusho and, as the most uncompromising of the lord's henchmen, Munetaka Aoki are indelible, but the movie belongs to Ichikawa, a big star in Kabuki (his name, in fact, is an inherited honorific, of which he is the 11th-generation bearer) and here a nuanced, righteous Everyman worn down to a single doomed purpose.
Miike's movie is filthy with moments of grace, from the rain that slowly turns to snowfall as bad news looms, to the climactic, torrential one-against-many anti-battle. (We could do without the Christ posturing, philosophically apt as it might be for the martyred hero under the circumstances.) Japan's own fifth-gear Tarantino engine, Miike salutes golden-age Japanese cinema the right way — by respecting its heart and celebrating its iconic dazzle. In fact, his detour away from the hyperactive gore and genre excess that made him famous, by way of this deep-dish morality tale, feels positively heroic.