December
5, 2003 | Take this as fair warning: If you count yourself among
those moviegoers who are predisposed to despise Tom Cruise -- and you
know who you are, so don't bother playing innocent -- The Last Samurai
may seem like cruel and unusual punishment. The movie, an exceptionally
well-crafted, unusually intelligent and stirringly exciting period drama,
is that most oxymoronic of rarities, a truly intimate epic. Which means
that, even when the widescreen frame is filled to bursting with exquisite
landscapes, ferocious battles and hundreds of armored extras, the chief
focus remains the protagonist played by the guy whose name is above
the title.
The
good news -- that is, good for moviegoers unburdened by anti-Cruise bias
-- is that this guy is everything he needs to be for the protagonist
to affect us, and for the movie to overwhelm us. Cruise is at the top
of his form here, earning and sustaining rooting interest with a forceful,
multifaceted performance fueled by high-octane star power. Better still,
Cruise is shrewdly generous in sharing the spotlight, once again demonstrating
his instinctive awareness that, when it comes to acting, the real pros
know what scenes are better served by reacting or interacting.
Cruise
is perfectly cast as Nathan Algren, decorated Civil War veteran and
guilt-racked Indian fighter, a role that fits him like a hand-tooled
glove. He artfully balances swagger and self-disgust as Algren, rarely
sober and never civil, sabotages his career as celebrity spokesman for
Winchester rifles, then lands a new gig as military adviser for the
callow young emperor of Japan. Along with a former commanding officer
(Tony Goldwyn) he would gladly use for target practice, Algren is charged
with training a modern army to suppress an 1870s rebellion by Samurai
warriors who resent the emperor's rash embrace of Western ways.
Unfortunately,
the fresh-faced conscripts are fatally outmatched in their first clash
with the Samurai. In the wake of the bloody battle, Algren is taken
prisoner by Katsumoto (Ken Watanabe), the living legend leading the
Samurai and, perhaps more important, the brother-in-law of a warrior
Algren kills in combat.
Don't
misunderstand: Katsumoto doesn't capture our hero simply because he
wants to avenge his newly widowed sister (the actress known only as
Koyuki). Rather, Katsumoto somehow discerns in Algren something of a
soul mate: Another proud warrior who remains inextricably bound to a
personal code of honor. It takes Algren quite a while during a long
winter of captivity (and Samurai training) before he begins to see in
himself any of the good stuff Katsumoto has glimpsed. Truth to tell,
Algren is too used to hating himself -- he's haunted by his role in atrocities
led by his hated former commander. But after he immerses himself in
Japanese language and Samurai culture -- and, not incidentally, spends
quality time with the beautiful wife and hero-worshipping sons of the
warrior he killed -- he takes up the sword to help defend Eastern traditions
from control and corruption by Western interests.
As
Katsumoto, Watanabe isn't merely a formidable foil for the star, he
is every bit a leading player in his own right, eloquently conveying
the melancholy wisdom and lethal professionalism of a warrior who reluctantly
realizes he is on the wrong side of history. To be sure, we see him -- and all other aspects of Samurai culture -- mostly through Algren's
respectful eyes. Even so, we can't help admiring the spectacular view.
Director
Edward Zwick (Glory) handles one-on-one swordfights, ninja guerrilla
assaults and full-scale battlefield scenes with kinetic flair and meticulous
attention to detail, suggesting he spent long hours studying the masterworks
of Akira Kurosawa (Yojimbo and Seven Samurai, especially).
But The Last Samurai, like all world-class intimate epics, is
equally arresting when the on-screen clashes are verbal rather than
physical, when heart and soul is emphasized over sound and fury.
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