Superbly shot/plotted/paced/written. These images will stay with you, no doubt. Save for one or two "elongated" sequences, the narrative avoids all forms of "slacking" (be it in "communication of theme" or mise en scène). Cinema plus: a tormented low-life, a moral/disillusioned cop and the "eternal feminine".
Title credits appear over a close-up of a dog -the image is going to bite you!- that announces an aggressive style more in line with Fuller, Aldrich, Siegel, etc. than with the moody American Noir of the 40s. It's all about post-war anxiety and the complex array of ethical choices that go with it. Lots of panting in the film.
Un film policier mais surtout politique qui traite de la relation personnelle entre un inspecteur de police et un tueur. Cette relation lie la culpabilité du policier (qui a perdu son arme devenant ainsi l'arme des meurtres) à la pauvreté du tueur dans l'univers de la société nippone d'après-guerre. De grands moments de cinéma, de très belles scènes.
it's like thunder and lightning: you barely able to see the clear line between right and wrong (a policeman that just hates feeling guilty doesn't mean he's a virtuous person), yet you still can hear and feel the clashes between all things (traditional vs. modern, rich vs. poor). Plus one star for the song, Gesang's Bengawan Solo.
Nice little crime thriller, despite the moralizing and the over-explanations. It's really Takashi Shimura's film, because his performance is well balanced, despite the stupid things the scriptwriters make him say. "Bad guys are bad." Mifune only really finds his stride in his next Kurosawa film Rashomon.
3-4. This feels more and more like a Kurosawa film the deeper you get into it. A young cop and his veteran companion trace the path of a criminal bitten by the consequences of war, gradually illuminating the young cop's redemptive quality by contrast. The idiosyncratic angle here seems to be that the young cop will eventually find a sort of peace when crime loses its distinction for him. A rather interesting film.
Another good example of why most cops shouldn't be carrying guns: they get stolen, usually through negligence. Several hundred guns were stolen from S.F. Bay Area cops in the last few years, including M-16 assault rifles. U.C. Berkeley Police Chief left her gun visible in her personal car when it got stolen. Oakland P.D. won't even say how many of their guns are missing. Gun control should start with cops.
A sort of by the numbers style noir but through the eyes of a master. A tight gripping tale, which I would say is in similar vein to his later High and Low. Mifune is as usual totally excellent, as is the actor from Ikiru whose name escapes me. My only gripe about the film is it is a bit long in spots in setting up certain scenes, but the overall payoff makes you stop quibbling. Another masterstroke from Kurosawa.
The heat in the film doesn’t only cause the characters to sweat desperation and drive, but makes the film itself sweat style, feeling, and pure cinema as well. It’s a captivating and exciting tale of redemption and guilt, and is clearly an influence on the kind of crime stories and editing styles of films to come later, having absorbed film noir of the times and turned it out into a different kind of element.
Un chef d'œuvre, tant du point de vue du sujet traité que de la maestria de KUROSAWA, des photographies, des acteurs dont un MIFUME tout en nuances et retenue mais aussi de ces seconds rôles, le personnage de Satò est parfait ainsi que celui d'Harumi. Le Japon de 1949 est parfaitement campé et, comme les autres pays engagés dans le conflit envahi par la corruption, le désir, l'injustice (tirade d'Harumi) CHEF D'ŒUVRE