Tuesday, March 5, 2013

In Exile; the Heart of the Sword.

You can always trust the Japanese to not fuck up their own legacy. Despite the rearranged and rushed story and non-main characters not staying true to the original, Rurouni Kenshin was a good movie. Great theme song by One OK Rock, nicely directed by Keishi Otomo and of course, excellent, almost perfect portrayal by Takeru Satoh.

This is probably why I so much prefer Japanese tributes rather than their American sorry excuse of an equivalent. Take Street Fighter, Dragon Ball and Tekken for examples. Hollywood has half the right idea when they think that the original will only appeal to cult audiences, which consists of people who played the original games or watched the original anime, so to sell to everyone else, the whole movie is changed into - guess what? - hot babes and their boobies. That's something that will appeal to even the most uncultured barbarian (or rather, that kind of appeal is greater the less cultured and the more barbaric a person is). Most ironically, it gets hard to think that those 'hot babes' are hot because, well, when a whole movie is dedicated to proving that single point, expectations tend to get quite high. In this proper live action adaptation, however, I cannot help but notice so much beauty in simplicity; in the normal everyday person. But what do I know? I am, after all, part of the cultured cult.

Thing is, what they probably don't realize is that their 'cult audience' is much larger than they anticipate, and of course, what's the point of using those titles if you're not going to appeal to the fans of the original? Not only is the essence of the original lost, fans who turn up to watch are disgusted and people who know nothing about the original get the wrong idea.

From a different perspective, you could say that the Americans are very good at unconsciously making parodies. Not sure if that can ever be viewed as a compliment, no matter how many different perspectives we view it from. Pretty much like calling a fool a person who is proud of his/her decision to not think; softening the blow or making it more obvious?

Incidentally, it may be a little late for this but I finally realized where the title ‘Heart of Sword’ came from. Silly me for not realizing earlier.

And with that, adieu to y’all.

P.S.: For y'all who missed the clickable bit up there, here it is, 'The Beginning' by 'One OK Rock'.

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