Misty glamour shots and a Glass "score" – doesn't he get bored? – don't make the tasters from the oeuvre very appetizing. The bio walks the line, but fails to properly put into evidence the absurdity of a right-wing nut running around with a private army. And ultimately buys the idea that suicide somehow makes this absurdity commendable.
A flamboyant and sumptuous biopic told in seemingly unconventional and highly stylized means. There are some impressive set-pieces but the artificial beauty of the entire venture dissipates quickly in the Lucas universe of Schrader's Mishima. Ogata seems uncomfortable at points and the b/w flashbacks lack authenticity and ontological depth. OST is overused. It's an interesting film but way below the acclaim it has.
A gorgeously realised study in transcendence, beautifully photographed and excitingly scored. It's a little emotionally glacial - perhaps to be expected given the subject - but that's small criticism for such a crisply delivered package. No small thanks to Schrader for opening (western) eyes to someone and something worth exploring further.
6/10. Schrader's use of multiple forms allows for a much richer film than your typical biopic. Still, Mishima loses some of its potency in its middle "theatrical" vignettes, whose highly staged form feels intellectually necessary to the film, but lacking emotional punch. Though Mishima's seppuku makes for an interesting framing device, the event itself when it finally comes feels odd and unrelatable.