Kanjuro Nomi is an aging samurai who only has a scabbard. Deserting his lord to wander the land with his daughter Tae, Kanjuro is captured and sentenced to an unusual punishment: he has 30 days to bring a smile to the sad prince who has lost his mother—or else he must die.
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Excellente réalisation, pour des acteurs de tonnerre.
Le mélange des genres donne lieu à cette forme de poésie que j'apprécie énormément.
On ne cherche pas à vous faire pleurer, on ne cherche pas à vous faire cogiter, on cherche à vous faire rire d'une situation horrible, et pourtant... !
Amazingly warm, touching, and sad film, that truly gets to your heart. Even if the structure is repetitious for the most part, it manages to overcome that and get progressively tense towards the end. Truly unique mixture of silliness, comedy, sadness and despair, masterfully blended together. This film also portrays the ancient Japanese spirit and values. Great cinema.
Simple, perfect, inspired vehicle for Matsumoto's blend of refined physical comedy/wacky absurdism/charming vulnerability/empathetic existential explorations. Full of hilarious riffs on Japanese cinema/theatre classics - all perfectly executed, with the genius comedic direction of the best silents, or classic Jim Abrahams. Every single cinematic element recruited to perfect the delivery... Kind of a gem, really. 4.5
SCABBARD SAMURAI is a very dear thing, possessing a kind of sweet-and-innocent-type vibe which appears to belong to bygone times. Indeed, Takaaki Nomi invokes Buster Keaton and Harold Lloyd more than the screen comedians of today, and there is definitely something of a vaudeville-type commitment to glorious shtick going on here. What is perhaps most old-fashioned is the underlying well of sneaks-up-on-you pathos.
A charming homage to Takaaki Nomi and vaudevillian performers like him. Matsumoto cast Nomi without giving the actor a script. Nomi was not told this was a film or who was directing. Direction was given from afar and others were instructed not to interact with him off-camera to heighten tension. This is Nomi improvising raw, without knowing WTF is going on, a veteran comedian approaching an end he cannot foresee.
Ecco. Finisce il film, ritorni alla tivì e c'é giGGi con Lory Berté che cantano le canzoni della sorella morta. Non so spiegare bene la sensazione di shock, se non così: la vita è brutta, il film è bello, la bambetta è devastante. Basta.