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5.0 out of 5 stars
One of the Reasons Why I Still Go to the Movies..., March 21, 2000
Unfortunately, I fear that many people who watch "Ghost Dog: The Way of the Samurai" will not enjoy it. When I first watched the film, a number of audience members uttered aloud, "What the hell is this movie about?" I imagine they were anticipating a far different -- and, dare I say, inferior -- type of film, like a cross between "Friday" and a John Woo film. It is initially easy to think that, yes, the film is an eclectic syncretism of many genres and film formulas; but out of this mixture comes a new and refreshing invention, a film worth seeing that will no doubt keep open-minded viewers stimulated and awe-inspired.I walked away from "Ghost Dog" quietly hailing it as the best and most original film I've seen this year. When friends asked me what this film was "about," I honestly couldn't give a straight answer. "Ghost Dog" is like a great poem, meticulously structured and detailed with loving touches, rich with multilevelled meanings. The art direction is subtle yet bold, with a color palate to suit every scene; the RZA's musical soundtrack, which you will want to own, is smooth and elegant, inspiring dream-like and meditative head-bobbing; the film's well-timed screwball-caliber sense of humor is astonishing (you may well find yourself laughing silly at unexpected moments); the film pirouettes effortlessly through a variety of themes: race relations, literature, loyalty, and even hip-hop; and, above all, "Ghost Dog" is filled with great peformances and memorable characters. Forest Whitaker, most notably, gives one of his finest performances as the film's title character (inadequately described as an "insane but ethical assassin" by various critics). His is a poignant portrait of a bruised and lonely soul, fire-hardened by a samurai's discipline and sense of honor; his dynamic visage meanders smoothly from bliss to ferocity, with a haunting (and haunted) calmness, a flickering sense of compassion. In addition, Whitaker's lyrical readings from the "Hagakure: Book of the Samurai", with his gravelly yet fluid voice, harmonize pure poetry with pure cinematic imagery -- something to be experienced rather than described. And his soulful relationship with his best friend, a Haitian ice cream vendor who speaks French but not a lick of English (while Ghost Dog himself speaks no French), is particularly touching, arcane, and possessed of an unsayable splendor. Out of respect for the film, I dare not reveal any of the film's other details or surprises. Like any masterful art, "Ghost Dog: The Way of the Samurai" is meant to be experienced rather than merely described. While many will find the film too bizarre -- especially for a palate accustomed to Hollywood's mainstream rigmarole -- I could say that, at the very least, "Ghost Dog" will certainly please filmgoers in search of a new and inspiring entertainment. "Ghost Dog: The Way of the Samurai" is an experience, and like all great films it feels too short. In a time when most mainstream films leave many of us hungry for new images, smarter stories, and great surprises -- "Ghost Dog" is a film to nourish us.
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