Ten idealistic samurai unwittingly stride towards their meaningless death, saved only and repeatedly by a nameless, grumpy bum with great wisdom and fantastic sword skills. A well-mannered lady who knows how to enjoy a haystack describes him well.
Lighter adventure. Instead of post-feudal corruption, there’s just a hint of melancholy at the sealed fate of the old adventurers, and a huge orgasmic spray to mark one of the world’s last proper deaths.
The structure of this one feels more original, perhaps because it hasn’t been imitated as often as the original. Based on a book though. The original title, Tsubaki Sanjuurou, is presented in the story as a fake name. The surname means “camelia” and the given name, which is the English-language release’s title, means “thirty years old”.
A cornerstone of Clint Eastwood’s claim to fame. In large part because of his choices, this film and its sequels are considered a trilogy.
A Western, of the especially mythological yet relatively amoral kind produced by Italians in Spain, at a time when Westerns like that had to be credited to Anglicized pseudonyms. More stylish than Yojimbo.