I do not know how to begin this article. I'll go "by feel" as they say.
There has movies that make you laugh, that remind you of good memories.
There are those that leave you a feeling of disappointment.
And then there are those that mark you, those who by their incredible strength, every time you offer the same lot of emotions, like the day you have seen for the first time.
Those who know me know at least how much I appreciate the famous trilogy Lord of the Rings.
But these films there have already forged a deserved reputation, it would be almost useless to go back on it and dwell on those others have done very well.
Gladiator also made me a strong impression, its simple enough citations to honor him.
Today I am talking about a movie that I had prejudices.
This film is The Last Samurai .
Initially, seeing the poster featuring a close-up Tom Cruise in a martial pose, I laughed softly.
" V'la one who fancies himself a samurai. lol. "And I'm diverted.
It's just that I have a kind of repulsion for movies where the hero eventually exceed a guy who spent his life perfecting his art, whatever.
Mister América arrives and hop magic, after a few days is a pgm and it smashes the guy who was supposed to be the expert. Pathetic.
Now I understand why the producers chose to put this fake samurai forward. Just because they chose the real "Last Samurai" [played by Ken Watanabe, thank you Wiki], the impact would have been less.
I do not like Tom Cruise, and I have nothing to fuck Brad Pitt and his emotional life.
Overall, I'm not one that will flatter an actor from a role he has played. For example, I'm a fan of Jack Sparrow, but only appreciate the talent of actor Johnny Depp, without drool over him like others ...
Do not confuse the actor and its role, that many people are hysterical groupies. But nevermind, I digress.
Tom Cruise. He plays the role of Nathan Algren, a U.S. Army captain and veteran ayant mené de nombreuses batailles contre les Indiens d'Amérique. Sous les ordres d'un ahuri dont j'ai oublié le nom, il va prendre part à un véritable massacre qui le hante même après la fin de la guerre. C'est alors que ses services sont à nouveau recquis. Il a été choisi par un abruti de politicien japonais, Omura, conseiller de l'empereur qui entend bien mater Katsumoto, le fameux chef Samouraï autrefois général de l'armée impériale. L'idée étant de former la nouvelle armée aux techniques et aux armes occidentales. Petit à petit, le Capitaine Algren va se rendre compte que les Samouraï ne sont pas les sauvages qu'on lui décrit, mais bien les dignes descendants Men of Honor, fearsome warriors.
The original storyline is longer and reveals a longer piece of the plot.
My goal is not to tell you the story, but to share with you the emotion that I feel every time I watch this excellent film. I want to do it justice because it is part of that class that many are unable to determine, simply because the story and characters are not those who are highly regarded by the public. Certainly most people who have "seen" that have the look without really seeing. It reaches a depth that touches me enormously as it relates to a rope that is very sensitive to me.
I'm not ashamed to say I cried at the sight.
There is a melancholy landscape, in further acts of these men and women who wear beautiful kimonos, without frioritures in the slow movement of the blade of the katana, and music.
Ah, music.
The composer is the one who made the soundtrack of Gladiator, Hans Zimmer.
It takes you and you hang on what happens, bringing a flood of feelings which coincide perfectly with those we feel by sight, accentuating the more beautiful.
The words of the protagonists are just as beautiful, just as it sent quotes out of context, could perhaps seem hollow.
Because they are made to be said and heard at specific times, where they make sense.
The samurai are not demonstrative, they are tough, martial. I learned to appreciate the true value of affection that this type of people leak and they can be found in this film. Whether a sentence, a gesture, a look, you come to detect, recognize the feelings that pass from one to another.
One of the players I was particularly affected, either by his mastery of the sword, his gestures that correspond exactly to what I imagined the true Samurai, but also his courage, honor and loyalty, and his affection he brilliantly camouflaged under airs surly. This is Ujio, played by Hiroyuki Sanada.
With this atmosphere of melancholy lyric, is reconcilable with a sense that we all want, really. Serenity. That we feel, sitting in tall grass, amid extensive areas. That we feel before a certain death, a death that is part of everyday life, a death that preparations were being made long ago.
Non-thinking.
is one of the keys to serenity, in harmony with our surroundings by ignoring the rest, ceasing to reflect on why, how. Make
simply.
I'm glad I found this movie, halfway between the recognition of the mixed world of film, more concerned about the trip Tom.C of Scientology, and some indifference, certainly due to misunderstanding.
In the end, it always amazes me how much the public may suddenly discover a shared passion for massively vampires glitter and sulk films worthy of the name, but at the same time, this lack of groupies around Last Samurai is not necessarily a bad thing.
In fact, when creating my blog here, I hesitated a bit before finally settling on "The Refuge . " He was on the verge of being called "Last Samurai . "I had even prepared to explain why and how in Introduction, but then I thought it was maybe a bit pompous and, well, a movie title as blog name ... Medium.
Finally, it will be after 50 messages I finally realize this tribute. Better late than never.
And finally, despite all ...
"Recognize life in every breath, every cup of tea, every life that we take.
is the way of the Bushido Warrior is ... ".
is the way of the Bushido Warrior is ... ".
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