| A
magnificent swordman, dressed in strange apparel, with a hat not unlike
the hollow, dry wrapping of an enormous mushroom, fights in the wheat
fields against a handful of enemies, spearing them, cutting them open,
cutting pieces off them, dislocating them. Hell rest later. At an inn
populated by beings stranger than him... Not a single digital effect in
this movie directed by a great make-up man who has worked even with Kitano.
Old tricks in the style of the glorious Japanese movies of the 50s, with
their imps, goblins and beings from mysterious lands. Full moon on the
wolf’s skin, spider women to kiss, well kiss, in fact that’s
exactly what they don’t do, and a melancholic air surrounding dead
and living alike. |
