Positively bursting with pure visual storytelling and some of To's most expressive imagery; the final half-hour is astonishingly seamless, basically one long montage. A rumination on vengeance as theatre, honor as identity, wounds, sacrificial love-- a hero. How AMG got "action thriller" out of this gorgeous tone poem speaks volumes about how To has been (under)sold here in the west. Masterpiece.
to does this odd thing where he shifts from what seems to be a standard genre set up, and then shifts it through several layers of loss and memory, until you end up somewhere unrecognizable. in practical terms its a shift from conflict and incident to practical metaphysics, the question always being, how should a person be in this world? and it's funny, with one to's best ever heroic bloodshed scenes at the end.