[THE TALE OF ZATOICHI CONTINUES (1962)]
I must admit that The Tale of Zatoichi didn’t leave a lasting impression on me.
But this film, The Tale of Zatoichi Continues, is a masterpiece.
This time out, we are treated to the direction of Kazuo Mori.
It is a very artful, weightless creation. Floating, as they say…
Entertainment…the fad of movies…with ever changing tastes.
But yet art, all the same…like Hokusai.
It seems that this was the last film Mr. Mori directed.
It’s a very special picture.
But we must return to the man who plays the blind, wandering masseur (!) Zatoichi.
Shintaro Katsu is so phenomenal here!!!
It all revolves around integrity.
But we find real cinema in the tickling massage of an eccentric lord.
Indeed, wandering masseur does not exactly translate to American genres such as the Western.
But Zatoichi is a swordsman of the highest renown.
His walking cane contains his sword (just in case).
He is a reasonable man.
Not to be bullied.
Karma will bring about one last shared laugh.
After stopping by the stream.
After Beethoven Symphony No. 6.
The underwater grass swaying with the currents.
And the three levels (worlds) about which M.C. Escher taught us.
A bug…or a pebble…polished stone…sinks…ripple.
Little blossoms of yellow.
We don’t know. 1962. We imagine.
Friendship has withered like fish left on their lines in the summer sun.
Yes, it is abrupt.
But not to be missed.
Good one I have to look for that one. Nice review.