Through the transformation of the glorious WTF-Films into the even more
glorious Exploder
Button and the ensuing server changes, some of my old columns for
the site have gone the way of all things internet. I’m going to repost them here
in irregular intervals in addition to my usual ramblings.
Please keep in mind these are the old posts presented with only
basic re-writes and improvements. Furthermore, many of these pieces were
written years ago, so if you feel offended or need to violently disagree with me
in the comments, you can be pretty sure I won’t know why I wrote what I wrote
anymore anyhow.
Not to be confused with Ninja, Ninja, Ninja, or
Shinobi
Master Takeda's (Togo Igawa) dojo is the last true progenitor of the fighting
style of the Kouga ninja, but one that has been adapted into a more honourable
kind of philosophical teaching, because who'd want an evil ninja as
their movie hero. Takeda also keeps the Yoroi Bitsu, a chest containing the
nearly-sacred armour and weapons of the last true Kouga. The sensei is
progressing in years, and it will soon be time to choose a successor for his
position. Two men are in the final running - the adopted American orphan Casey
(Scott Adkins) and Masazuka (Tsuyoshi Ihara). As is tradition in this sort of
film, Masazuka is a total jerk, but instead of going the equally traditional way
of trying to put his rival into an undeservedly bad light, he just loses it
completely one day and tries to murder Casey in front of the whole dojo, a
clever move that sees him banished forever.
On the plus side (for him), Masazuka can now begin to adapt the ninja style
to the modern world, using some technical gimmicks to reproduce age-old ninja
tricks and/or stuff he liked in Splinter Cell, and starts a career as a
professional assassin for a powerful secret criminal society in New York. Said
society is the kind of society that is so secret, it brands its members with its
sign right on their breastbones, and so powerful, it consists of one rich guy
and a bunch of thugs wearing partner-look leather jackets. But hey, whatever
gets you through the night.
Things could stay rather peaceful for everyone Masazuka isn't trying to kill,
but once the day comes when Takeda finally is going to make Casey's status as
his successor official, the evil ninja returns to Japan to make a scene. Takeda
immediately sends Casey and his daughter Namiko (Mika Hijii) - yes, of course
she and Casey are in a state of undeclared love - to the US, supposedly so they
can keep the Yoroi Bitsu safe, but clearly also to keep them out of harm's way
when Masazuka's obvious attack will come. Not unexpectedly, Masazuka kills
Takeda and the rest of the dojo the following night.
Now, Casey and Namiko have to keep the Yoroi Bitsu safe, survive the
onslaught of Masazuka's secret society buddies out to get them, escape the
police who make them responsible for various murders because all the non-stupid
cops must be on holiday, and finally cope with Masazuka himself once he arrives
back in New York. Nobody ever said being a ninja is easy.
When it comes to contemporary (mostly) direct-to-video action directors in
the USA, Isaac Florentine is a bit of a throw-back to the middle to late 80s
with a preference for filming martial arts based fighting scenes in ways that
actually let his audience see what's going on, and letting his movies hang
together through more than semi-ironic winking.
Ninja, of course, takes many of its ideas and basic plot beats from
the curiously beloved sub-genre of US low budget action that concerns the
adventures of - white unless they're Sho Kosugi - ninjas doing what action movie
ninjas are wont to do. It's not a sub-genre I'm personally very nostalgic for
(witnessing middle-aged Franco Nero pretending to be a martial artist will do
that to you) , but Florentine's film does its thing so well nostalgia isn't
necessary to enjoy Ninja.
Obviously, I do highly approve of Florentine's project of not making action
sequences boring and actually showing us what's going on in them without giving
up on dynamic camera work (though I could go with a little less slow-mo/sped-up
edits). There's a really beautiful flow to most of the action scenes, with the
actors' bodies and the camera working together in what I often think is the more
bloody (and therefore entertaining) version of the same thing a classic film
musical does. Of course, you can do this sort of thing only well when you have
actors you don't have to replace with stunt doubles for every shot; they at
least need to be able to pose a little. Fortunately, that's where the talents of
Adkins, Ihara and a horde of stuntmen playing henchmen come in, as well as
Akahiro Noguchi's fight choreography. Mika Hijii does get a few convincing fight
moments in, too, but unfortunately, the film does rather tend to make her "the
girl", so she doesn't kick ass as well as the men and is of course in the end
kidnapped by the main bad guy, something the poor actress knows well from her
role in Garo. At least she is allowed to project some personality, has
some chemistry with Adkins, and isn't helpless as much as out-matched.
Apart from that weakness, there's little I don't like about Ninja:
it's a film that treats its silly ideas with utmost seriousness without ever
feeling the need to make fun of them or apologize for them to the audience, has
some outstanding action scenes (my favourite would probably be the fight in the
subway), decent acting-acting and brilliant physical acting, and is excellently
paced. Plus, despite having been shot in low budget mecca Bulgaria, it puts some
much appreciated effort into making things feel authentic. It's not normal to
find actual professional Japanese actors one might even know from film or TV in
their own country in this sort of thing, nor is it typical to hear them speak
actual Japanese among each other or accented English with their own voices, yet
it is exactly the level of care and respect this demonstrates that makes
Ninja so great.
Well, that and lots of scenes of Scott Adkins kicking people in the face.
Friday, January 25, 2019
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