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Seijun Suzuki refers to his films as "entertainment" and without critical merit. Yet, this was somewhat tongue in cheek as he stated that critics feel a movie must have a "moral or some social commentary" to be worthy of attention. Be that as it may, "Branded to Kill" is simply a fantastic achievement. Suzuki was working with both a lead man and a script provided to him by the Nikkatsu Corporation. As such, when you evaluate his films, you do so by focusing on the technical merits. Personally, I find his disconnected editing, and surreal lighting styles to be amazing. Suzuki's skill turns what is otherwise a laughable boiler plate film noir into something more. The lighting and editing make the exclamations that the script doesn't, and the decision to shoot the final scene in a boxing ring is brilliant.

It was entertaining to watch person after person jump up and down about the originality of "Ghost Dog" with no mention of the fact that Jarmusch lifted one of the assassination sequences unchanged from "Branded to Kill". Hopefully as more of Suzuki's work comes to DVD, people and critics alike will recognize a blatant tribute when it is given. Suzuki deserves them all.

Wow, I thought the Japanese turned out some weird stuff nowadays. That lame crap has nothing on this wacky thing, which requires about 57 viewings to make any kind of narrative sense.

Jo Shishido (who has cheek implants (!!) that make him look like a chipmunk) is the third best killer in Japan. Apparently, all assassins in Japan do, other than kill people, is try to better themselves in the rankings. It's much like Pokemon, in a way. Jo strives to be number one, but, not only does he have to get past a bunch of backstabbers, he has to find the #1 Phantom, the high man on the totem. And when he does, it's rip roarin' nonsense time!

It's hard to tell if this is a work of genius or of pure insanity. There's no real narrative; more like a bunch of scenes held together by the fact they're all in the same movie. Some of the stuff is so nutty, it's hard not to call it brilliant, like when Jo finally does meet Phantom and they have a sit-down, Phantom pisses his pants rather than get up and take his eyes off Jo. Or the hit that gets foiled by a butterfly. Or Jo's girlfriend's obsession with dead bugs, which lay in piles on the floor. Or the shocking amount of sex and violence in a movie made in 1967. It's really no surprise that the director had his contract summarily terminated when the studio watched this: it is the weirdest movie to come out of Japan in 1967. Or maybe ever. Be prepared to watch more than once.

Branded to Kill is a wonderfully peculiar Japanese hit-man film. Not only has it worked as an inspiration for many directors, but it's also an experience that, I feel, everyone should get to have. While it didn't work for me as well as I had hoped, it is so unique that it's hard not to like it.

Branded to Kill starts off great. The little information it gives isn't enough to have a good idea of what's going on, and the early intensity and pace shrouded in mystery work wonderfully. While it is clear from the very beginning that this isn't going to be your typical crime flick, the film takes its time to really get going with the peculiarities. At first, it feels like any old hit-man movie, and I found those moments to be the most effective. That's not to say that the movie doesn't have great moments throughout, it's just that it doesn't deliver them as effectively as it did in the beginning, but more on that later. The film starts with a fast-paced action sequence that introduces us to the main character, the No. 3 hit-man in Japan. As we get to know him, we learn that he isn't what you would call a typical hit-man. He is, for example, obsessed with the smell of cooked rice, one of his many quirks. As we get to know him, we also get an idea of what Branded to Kill is really going to be like.

While, at first, it might seem that there is nothing peculiar going on, the movie quickly throws that presumption out the window. As more characters are introduced, and as the story progresses, it becomes evidently clear that there is much more there than first meets the eye. And although these oddities are what make this film what it is, and the thing that lifted it into the cult following it has, I found them to be the downfall of it, as well. While the many curiosities, like No. 3's fetish of cooked rice, or the jazz soundtrack, or even the very open and aggressive portrayal of erotica work well and give the film an edge that others like it don't have, they, unfortunately, make it also feel unfocused. I feel that there is a limit to how much you can play with things that normally wouldn't belong to such a film, and still get away with. In the case of Branded to Kill, that line was crossed, at least as far as my enjoyment went. The resulting product, while certainly interesting and unique, lacked focus and coherency.

However, while most of the film felt lacklustre, thankfully it found its stride towards the end. Indeed, as good as the beginning was, I think that the ending was even better. It's filled with tension and uncertainty, and quite frankly, it feels like the movie finally found the mood it was trying to achieve from the very get-go. As such, I find it very unfortunate that the rest of the film wasn't able to find its tempo and flow. It felt like there were so many ideas that were crammed into Branded to Kill that it would've been nearly impossible to create a film that felt complete, especially when you consider the short runtime. Apart from the beginning and the end, the rest felt like a series of mini-movies each with their own idea. Accordingly, it was difficult to fall into the film and let it take me for a ride. I was constantly thrown out of the idea and scene just as I was getting settled into it. While this approach might've worked had there been a clearer narrative between each scene, the sheer number of ideas and stories being told made it difficult to appreciate them.

The more I think about, the more I feel like Branded to Kill just wasn't for me. While I appreciate the efforts it took to experiment, I found myself wishing for a clearer narrative. However, there is no denying the uniqueness it has. Although I won't be watching it again any time soon, I'm glad that I have seen it. It's clear why it has inspired so many directors, and why it has garnered such a large cult following around the world.

Much has been made of how weird and off-beat Branded to Kill is. However it is important to consider it as part of Suzuki's progression through film-making. Before you can break the rules, you have to master them. Suzuki did so in several of his earlier pictures, from Underworld Beauty to Tattooed Life. And every time he was called to deliver a run of the mill yakuza flick, he infused it with his personal style. More and more he fractured the visual language of cinema every time, until he got rid of it or transformed it into a psychotic beast for Branded to Kill, revealing what lies beneath.

A plot synopsis would read something like this: Jo Shishido is killer Number #3 with ambitions of becoming Number #1. Who is Number #1? Does he even exist? That is until he's called to transport a client safely. The borders between realism and surrealism blur hopelessly at that point and what follows is a nightmarish concoction of beautiful set-pieces that lead up to his final confrontation with Number #1.

Saying that Branded to Kill is weird is an understatement. In turns fascinating, confusing, nonsensical, surrealist, psychotic, thrilling, poetic, nightmarish, confusing, tiring, mind-numbing and exhilarating, it defies description as much as it defies sense. The boundaries of time, space and logic are blurred and all you can do is experience the ride. It doesn't try to make much sense and apparently Suzuki made it up as he went along. The result was to be fired by Nikkatsu Studios for delivering a picture that "made no sense". I don't blame them really. Studios are businesses and Branded to Kill is not a movie with massive appeal. Ahead of its time in that aspect.

Filmed in beautiful black and white, with a languid jazzy score and a film-noir ambiance, Branded to Kill will certainly appeal to people with strange tastes. Don't go in expecting a yakuza action flick (although there are several gunfights and enough action to go along) or you'll be sorely disappointed. As an indication of the uncharted territories Branded to Kill's treads, I'll guesstimate that fans of Eraserhead-era Lynch, Koji Wakamatsu and Singapore Sling's style will appreciate it. I can't say "like it", because ultimately that's between the viewer and Branded to Kill to sort. Either way, it has to be experienced at least once. Just sit back and let the surreal absurdity of it all wash over you...

I very much suspect that the hung-loose narrative of this film, and indeed much of the content, is a surreal take on prolonged stimulant use. Just as in a contemporary pornographic (filmed or drawn in manga) setting, characters shoot up speed for its sex edge, the main character here sniffs rice instead. The scene in his apartment when he returns back work for example. I'm not saying this is the whole of the film, but it's a possible interpretation. Amphetamines, both then and now, remain a mainstay of gang operations in Japan and use is frowned upon, though secretly tolerated. Provided you don't let yourself go like our hero here and start having imaginary conversations in your head, discovering secret conspiracies etc. This is by no means the whole of the movie, but I don't believe that Suzuki gets the man to sniff rice to indicate his "Japaneseness", whatever that is. Indeed it's his fetishisation of rice that helps indicate him stepping out various structures and confines and towards his eventual demise. The question remains is why the director got him to pad out his cheeks to such an extent...

Rice-sniffing, #3 Killer, dead butterflies, snuff films. Where to start? 'Koroshi no rakuin' is a surreal, Kafkaesque, timewarp of a film masquerading as a stylish 60's hit-man movie. Nikkatsu Studios fired Seijun Suzuki over this film's "incomprehensibility."

Suzuki is an auteur of the highest magnitude, nobody has ever used a widescreen, black and white, "Nikkatsu Scope" frame quite like him. The dense and beautifully chaotic images are overwhelming on your first viewing, it's the sort of movie that shows you something new every time you watch it.

Essentially Hanado Goro (Jo Shisido) is the yakuza's #3 Killer, but he desperately wants to be #1. As might be expected, being a hired gun is a stressful life and Hanado takes the edge off with lots of sex and the smell of boiling rice. The sex gets him embroiled in some sort of a plot and he finds himself getting much better acquainted with #1 Killer than he'd ever wanted to be.

Time backs up, swirls around, restarts, slows down. Major themes include, but are not limited to: ambition, lust, rivalry, bureaucracy, addiction, loss of self-control. There's a certain parallel in that with this picture Suzuki derailed his own career as a "salary man" making Nikkatsu yakuza flicks, many of Hanado's thoughts and impulses must have been the director's own.

Seijun Suzuki has a lot of nerve as a director, and I mean that as complimentary as it can sound. He pushes buttons without being too exploitive- he knows the genre by the back of his hand, has likely seen his share of 40s film noir and gangster pictures, and knows at least a little of the French new-wave (or rather seems to carry over a similar spirit). So he knows also, even more crucially, how to turn the genre on its head while keeping a sense of poetry to the proceedings. It's hard to pull off a sense of the poetic in a crime film, but Suzuki's camera techniques are to the quality that he can get his actors at the same level of a challenge of sorts. Branded to Kill is about deconstructing the myths of the hit-man, the qualities of emotion and subservience, of duty and sacrifice, the coldness, and the suppressed longing for death that is encompassing. And damn if it isn't a helluva lot of fun as pulp entertainment, a tale told with some strange characters and even stranger twists of fate, and loaded to the gills with sex and violence.

That last part, I might add, is important in seeing Branded to Kill in context forty years ago. Who else but Suzuki, and maybe Arthur Penn, would go for this level of bizarre violence and uncompromising sex at the time, and at the same time not turn it into some kind of B-movie spectacle? Come to think of it, the premise and essential plot is pure B-movie: a hired killer, Hanada, aka #3 (Jo Shishido, very bad-ass even as he goes crazy), is very good at his job, so good that he's able to kill #2 in a big shoot-out scene in the first twenty minutes of the film, as he escorts another gangster around. Coming back from that mission, he gets a ride from mysterious Misako (Anne Mari), who gives him a mission to kill someone for her. But it goes bad, he's kicked out of the syndicate, and now will be killed by his old bosses. This problem is broken up by two things: 1, #3 is so good, even under total stress from his girlfriend Mami trying to kill him ("We're beasts", she says to him crying her eyes out in supposed guilt), he kills all of those who are supposed to kill him; and 2, he meets killer #1- the "Phantom" killer, who will soon kill him...'soon' being the dreaded word.

Well, as 'pure' as it can be under the circumstances anyway. It's essentially the story of an assassin who has the tables turned on him, and has to step up to the challenge- will he be #1? Can there ever be any kind of #1 in the world of hired killers? The last half hour is mostly only #3 and #1 in the apartment, as they both reach for their guns at the same time and neither uses them. It becomes a game of psychological torture (not to mention nerves), which reaches a fever pitch by the time the climax at the gymnasium comes around. But around this genre story we get Suzuki's style as a director, which is startling, provocative, tawdry, and surreal, whatever one could think to call it. Over the opening credits we see a tiny light go over the names, and the first shot is a random airplane image. There's plenty of indelible images from the film- killer #2 running out of the building on fire; the uproarious, delirious moths and lines and other figures that #3 sees around him at one point; the simple sight of our hero smelling his beloved rice, his first love; Misako in close-up staring at the killer in the rain- chillingly performed by Anne Mari like she's just got out of electro-shock- telling him her hatred of men and her lack of fear for death.

But around these images Suzuki is confident at casting his torn and frayed #3 killer (Jo Shishido gives the performance of a career, with him getting better as the film goes on and he's put in more surreal circumstances), and at being a master of compositions. He and DP Kazue Nagatsuka put just the right lift of suspense and danger to scenes, like the drunken gangster taunting to be shot in the tunnel, or #3 being told he'll be killed the first time and laughing it off, or even the near sci-fi-style of shooting the sides of the buildings. There's maybe a reason, aside from the perverse attention to dark comedy and weird drama in the proceedings, that the producers decided to fire the director after seeing his finished cut: he doesn't follow the rules, or whatever the rules might be in so much practice going into the norm, for shooting a traditional gangster film. Why not just keep the camera still on the whole building as a man falls to his death from the top? Or how about as our hero is on the phone we're seeing most of what's above his head in the apartment, then shifting below? It's a risk that Suzuki takes, to make the style reflect atmosphere of the urban landscapes, on top of that of the terrors facing #3, and only once or twice looking too self-conscious. In a word, it's hip.

It's probably not surprising then that the speed and energy and form of the style feels influential to so many who skate that line between mainstream and art-house, while at the same time doesn't feel aged at all. If anything, the sex is still hot, the sudden violence still shocking (and shockingly funny), and the ending as perfect a sum-up of the devastation of the ego of violence and death, the monstrosity of it, as could be imagined. I love it, in all its subtle, crazy independent wide-screen glory, and it serves as a great introduction to Suzuki's oeuvre.

This movie is notable for its unusual deviation from the Yakuza/gangster format. Aesthetically it features tastefully lit sets, well-choreographed violence, and weird moments of goofball surrealism. The main characters walk an interesting line between cool and completely weird. Although, by the end they've gone way deep into the territory of being totally creepy.

The plot kinda hard to follow, but it's about this hombre, Jo, the No. 3 killer for the Yakuza, and how there is a competition for rank between the top killers which sometimes involves them being hired out against one another on jobs. On the side, Jo is a sex-maniac (with a sex-maniac wife) who is erotically infatuated with the smell of boiling rice and some dead-bug-collecting woman who is more goth than Wednesday Addams. That's about as concise of a "plot" as you get. Oh--and no one has ever seen the no. 1 "Phantom" killer, so clearly we're gonna be building up to that. Capiche? Hahaha....

Eventually the movie becomes a chore to watch. Some of the cuts between scenes are completely abrasive, a lot of "plot points" happen with no explanation or reason, and right when you think the movie is going to end it goes into another 20 or so minutes of a totally insane stand-off. Yeah, what plot does exist is sometimes abandoned for extended periods of time to show montages of sex-having. You heard me: montages of sex-having.

I thought some of the stuff during the appearance of the "Phantom" killer was pretty funny and the shoot-outs were really well executed and occasionally had a dark sense of humor, but that didn't save the draining quality of the pacing and editing. And really, I understand where the off-beat elements come from -- you can feel the director playing around, trying to enjoy himself in a genre that he's bored to tears with. Some of the film makes me wonder if it inspired some of Miike's more light-hearted moments, with the random jokes amidst fatal violence and the little surrealist vignettes that come out of nowhere.

It's worth a look, but it is a goofy self-conscious movie about film-noir, made with a late '60s panache. That's right, panache!

Seijun Suzuki made 42 films for Nikkatsu Studio, 1967's "Branded to Kill" being his last. It was his last because he was fired (while still under contract) for making a film that made no sense and no money. Suzuki sued the studio for breach of contract and as a result was blacklisted by the Japanese film industry. Undeterred, he worked in television for ten years before returning to the big screen in 1977. But time loves an artist and his art and in recent years "Branded to Kill" has been championed by film makers, film students and critics and is now considered a classic.

Hanada is a yakuza hit man with ambition. He is the No. 3 ranked assassin and wants to be No.1. But things aren't going right. He botches an assignment to provide protection for a boss then blows a hit when a butterfly lands on his rifle sight as he is ready to pull the trigger. The mob then puts out a hit on Hanada and he is on the run. But he has more problems than that. His sexy wife (who has more gratuitous nude scenes that I thought possible in a Japanese film of this era) is sleeping with Hanada's boss and Hanada is stalked by the mysterious No.1.

A straightforward plot is completely lost in a totally confusing narrative that has events out of chronological order, changes in space and time, and shifts in tempo that leave the viewer thinking that they are either watching the worst edited film of all time or they have somehow slipped into a David Lynch parallel universe. Suzuki's film grammar is that there is no grammar. You can do anything you want as long as it keeps the film interesting – and entertaining. The result is a fascinating, bizarre and mystifying film that is not only highly original but dazzling to look at. The black and white Cinemascope looks as good as anything I've ever seen and the camera direction is inspired.

But the look of the film is not disconnected from the story. The expressionist style – amazing lighting effects, surreal widescreen images and the confusing edits – all create a nightmare film language that mirrors the nightmare that Hananda is experiencing within the story. There is a femme fatale who has a dead bird hanging from her cars rear view mirror (which, actually, would be better than one of those ghastly air fresheners), lives in an apartment full of dead butterflies strung up into a lacy embroidery and has an attraction for water that leaves her glistening wet in most scenes. BTK also has an absurdist comic feel to it: James Bond loves his vodka martini's, Hanada loves his boiled rice. And in a scene that has since been copied, Hanada shoots someone by firing a bullet into a basement drainpipe, the bullet traveling up through the pipe and out of a sink on the second floor and into the eye of an optometrist. It all seems to work as it plays with the usual yakuza themes: loyalty and honor, an existential loner hit man, double crosses and hit men assassinating other hit men.

This film is not for those who prefer a straightforward narrative or a film with a logic that can be discerned by simply watching it again. But others will find this fascinating film something they will want to watch again...and again.

Branded to Kill is by far Suzuki's best film. It is my personal favorite crime film. Joe Shishido in his role as Hanada Goro, with his dark black sunglasses and Mauser M712 is one of the coolest characters ever created. The movie has everything, violence, shootouts, car chases, sex, and much much more. The film would likely have been shot in color, however Seijun Suzuki was prohibited from shooting in color due his wild use of colors in past films. The film is still a work of art, and looks beautiful in black and white. The best way I can describe this film is maybe a cross between Alfred Hitchcock and Sergio Leone. An excellent crime thriller not to be missed.

A hit-man, with a fetish for sniffing boiling rice, fumbles his latest job, putting him into conflict with his treacherous wife, with a mysterious woman eager for death and with the phantom-like hit-man known only as Number One.

The film grew a strong following, which expanded overseas in the 1980s, and has established itself as a cult classic. Film critics and enthusiasts now regard it as an absurdist masterpiece. It has been cited as an influence by filmmakers such as Jim Jarmusch, John Woo, Chan-wook Park and Quentin Tarantino, and composer John Zorn.

Indeed, while watching this, my thought was that this kind of action and score would be right up Tarantino's alley. While the film as a whole is very good, the crowning moment is when the man runs out of the house on fire, making little effort to douse the blaze. Brilliant!

The number-three-ranked hit-man (who makes these rankings?), with a fetish for sniffing boiling rice, fumbles his latest job, which puts him into conflict with a mysterious woman whose death wish inspires her to surround herself with dead butterflies and dead birds. Worse danger comes from his own treacherous wife and finally with the number-one-ranked hit-man, known only as a phantom to those who fear his unseen presence. Number One proves to be a nut, willing to go to great lengths to torment his victim, even sleep in the same bed with him. He's also so dedicated to his job that he'll urinate on himself rather than take his eyes off his victim by going to the toilet.

I'm getting used to the idea of a certain type of crime film that is so densely plotted you never quite know what's going on and are forced to give up on it in order to enjoy the picture. American films of this type, such as "The Maltese Falcon," are usually so deftly put together that you don't realize you haven't followed everything until you stop to think about it. Other countries produce films that require a bit more patience. I recently watched the French gangster pic, "Le Doulos" (1962), and learned early to resign myself to semi-confusion.

This film, from the nutty Japanese director, Seijun Suzuki, requires a extra level of resignation. Often I couldn't tell what was happening from shot to shot. Suzuki's disorienting style is sometimes marvelous and sometimes irritating; but I can't say I was ever bored. Many of the effects in this sex-and-violence-packed film are dazzling. I especially liked how the femme fatale, in her early close-ups, is perpetually drenched by a downpour whether she's out in the rain or not.

I enjoyed this film, but any viewer can be forgiven for giving up on it and saying, "I don't get it." There's no deep meaning to get. You either abandon yourself to the goofy entertainment being offered, or you don't.

While the British were playing the psychedelic numbers game with "The Prisoner," 1967 brought the Japanese Seijun Suzuki's "Branded to Kill." This story of a hit-man reduced to a number leads a cold killer through a surreal journey to his humanity. As the movie reveals emotions to the main character, he is struggling with his past, and is pitted against the mysterious #1.

This movie, outside of being visually stunning, is exceptional in how it explores emotions versus purpose. It beautifully juxtaposes the drive for a career, its duty and its devastation, against the desire for love and the weakness of human nature. "Branded to Kill" meshes the beauty of the film noir shadows with a surrealism laid on the foundations of Luis Bunuel. This hardboiled tail meshes dark shots with cut outs and overlays, as if a the Yakuza were shot by Man Ray.

Thankfully most of Suzuki's films have been released on video. Now he may achieve the respect and notoriety that he has earned.

Japanese novelist Yukio Mishima cranked up the concept of reality T.V a few notches in 1970 when he invited a few of his media pals along to a hijacking of a government building where he then performed seppuku (Ritual self disembowelling) as a protest against the erosion of traditional Japanese values. Japan in the late 60's saw an upsurge of such demonstrations against western influence – an uprising which had seen riots outside the Budokan Sports Arena a few years previously when the Beatles appeared there. Somewhere during this volatile chapter of cultural osmosis director Seijun Suzuki got fired by the Nikkitsu film company for making his masterpiece BRANDED TO KILL.

This maverick film maker was already on thin ice with his fiercely conservative paymasters when his 1966 film TOKYO DRIFTER took the Yakuza (Japanese gangster) genre into new (and thus feared) directions but BRANDED TO KILL was the one that finally broke the chopstick - Rendering the director unemployable for a decade.

BRANDED TO KILL charts the fall and fall of No3 Killer, (Jo Shishido) a down at heel hit-man, who bodges an assignment when a butterfly lands on the end of his rifle just at the crucial moment. For this gaff he is now subject to the murderous attentions of the mythical No1 Killer.

Looking like a giant Gopher in a mohair suit and Raybans, No3 Killer finds himself in a bizarre vortex of shadows and monochrome as he attempts to save his girlfriend from being incinerated, get the better of superior Killer No1 and to survive to become No1 himself. His bizarre quirk of using boiled rice as a form of Viagra does nothing to make his journey anymore straightforward.

Surely one of the most beautiful black and white films ever, BRANDED TO KILL is a collision of American 'Noir' and giddy Japanese oddness. A genuine cinematic experience - everything within the frame appears to be sculptured from mercury.

Cultural Osmosis is rarely an easy thing, but when it works, the result is often something like the offbeat gorgeousness of BRANDED TO KILL.

Stunningly shot in widescreen black and white Seijun Suzuki's "Branded to Kill" starts out like something that could have been directed by Jean- Pierre Melville in the fifties or Godard in the sixties. These Japanese gangsters are somehow closer to Alain Delon and Eddie Constantine than they are to the Yakuza and the jazzy score could have come from the French New Wave.

The plot is suitably obscure and the action is at times preposterous but Suzuki is a major stylist and the film's violent imagery is something to behold while Satre could have written the dialogue. Unfortunately this weird and wonderful film virtually disappeared without trace but its cult status is very definitely assured.

Hey, is this cinema or is this cinema? It may be confusing at first but Suzuki soon gets bored with the predictable script involving a case of money and various top killers vying for top slot. Ostensibly the narrative continues but after about 15 minutes it's clear the director has other things on his mind. Like STYLE and does this have that ingredient in a massive amount. This never looks less than fantastic with a magisterial use of b/w widescreen cinematography and surreal close-ups. Great mix of (surprisingly graphic) sex and violence plus the ever present shootings. Sometimes extended and complicated and sometimes over in a flash. I gasped at the bullet through the waste pipe and marvelled at the gun through the advertising hording. Really splendid stuff and a super central performance from Jo Shishido. There, and I never mentioned that he gets excited by the smell of rice cooking - oops!

A bizarre yakuza flick with a taste for over-the-top visuals and modern stylistics, Branded to Kill follows the strange day-to-day existence of an expert hit-man who carries out his orders with steely determination and impassive cool. All hell breaks loose, however, when a butterfly alighting on his rifle scope results in a botched job -- and a death sentence for the screw-up. Joe Shishido, with his collagen-enhanced cheekbones, makes a terrific anti-hero whose unusual quirks (Suzuki reasoned that a man obsessed with the scent of warm rice would signal to audiences that this guy was quintessentially Japanese) instantly endear him to newly-made fans. Branded to Kill is wild fun, and has been favorably and frequently compared to the work of artists as different as John Woo and David Lynch -- which makes it all the more exhilarating when you realize it was made in 1967.

Branded to Kill is very hard to follow for about ten to fifteen minutes at its start, but after that it quickly escalates into one of the best films I've ever seen. It reminded me of dozens of other films I have seen, but it still somehow maintained its uniqueness throughout. I cannot wait to purchase Suzuki's other Criterion released film, Tokyo Drifter!

The story of the film isn't anything to rave over. It is your basic pulp about a hitman and the sexy femme fatales who, um, err, love him. The plot is very like American film noirs, but, as I said above, it's entirely unique. It's like noir as if it were made by aliens. The closest you can get to it from American cinema is Robert Aldrich's brilliant _Kiss Me Deadly_. The hero and the women of that film noir remind me a lot of the characters here. Even though the plot is quite simplistic, it does become suspenseful, especially near the end. Still, the plot is definitely not why I think this is one of the best films ever made.

The acting is great. Jo Shishido is an absolute dynamo. Perhaps he was the Bogart of Japan? Like Bogie, he is not particularly handsome, but he has this raw masculine power. Maybe it's Shishido's pronounced cheakbones. Shishido is not cynical, though, like a lot of the pulp heroes of America (at least he didn't seem so to me; the DVD cover art depicts him with a kind of a smirk that never appeared on his face in the film; perhaps the designer was just influenced subconsciously by the American ideal of a noir hero). I actually felt his physical and psychological pains throughout the film. The two femme fatales, Mami and Misako, are excellent, also. And Number One Killer just ruled (wait till you see him let No. 1 go in his shoe! You'll know what I mean when you see it!).

The real reason why I think this is one of the best films ever made is the style. While I usually dislike style over substance, I just couldn't help myself here. It was just so unique and interesting that I had to clap a few times. The music is perfect. It is usually jazzy, but is sometimes more unusual. Every piece of music works perfectly where it is placed. And it is nowhere near overused. There are tons of perfectly filmed moments without music. Possibly the most impressive aspect of Branded to Kill is its absolutely stunning cinematography. You could watch this film frame for frame. The mise en scene is unbelievable. Wow! Every single frame could be blown up into a poster and pasted on a wall.

Definitely a 10/10. But don't see it unless you understand and love film. This is the kind of gem which most people who think they love film would just throw away because they missed the point.

"Un Chien Adalou" inspired Yakuza film, with some of the finest editing I've ever seen (that goes for the black and white cinematography too).

Butterflies, bullets, mirrors, again and again as death, action, and cinema, refracted around themselves and each other, in a whirl wind of jump cuts and shadows.

Fans of Lynch, Buneul, or Takashi Miike will enjoy. I can see how this inspired, a lot of film makers, but it still doesn't look like anything else I've ever seen. Much better than "Gate Of Flesh", my only previous Siejen Suzuki experience, though the plot is more intentionally confusing, the images and the experience on a whole, is inspired...and a very good, very strange time.

Like an miniature epic Spy Vs. Spy in Japan, in a dream you forget when you wake up in the mourning, but can't stop thinking about for the rest of the day. Funny too.

Audiences are often divided when it comes to surrealist/art-house cinema, just as they are when it comes to action cinema, but some films accomplish the demanding and difficult task of successfully combining the two genres, and one of these films is "Branded to Kill", a classic Japanese new wave masterpiece. With plenty of sex and violence to appease an average teenage boy, as well as plenty of weirdness and artistic beauty to turn him off, "Branded to Kill" is a surprising and almost epic culmination of genres that do not often coexist, at least not with any success. This accomplishment is mainly due to the genius behind the camera: legendary Japanese filmmaker Seijun Suzuki. The somewhat cliché and convoluted script is twisted by Suzuki in just enough as for it to become one of the wildest, weirdest films of all time, as well as one of the most entertaining and exciting. the action scenes are intense, hilarious, and thrilling, the characters (particularly our puffy cheeked protagonist, a sleazy killer with a fetish for the smell of boiled rice) are memorable and quirky, and the cinematography and camera-work are masterfully done, giving the film a real eye popping look. If you're craving something original and new, just watch "Branded to Kill" and your urges will likely be overfed. This is not only a fun and funny classic, but also a quite influential one as well, and easily one of the most iconic and important films made during the Japanese new wave. It recalls every great modern filmmaker from Quentin Tarantino to David Lynch. It is a surrealistic comedy, a tragic love story, an action packed art film, and a violent, yet erotic, crime thriller all wrapped into one single, brilliantly executed, relentlessly entertaining bow!