Preach it, Sister. I am a student of Samurai sword, and I say the sword work in The Princess Bride, with swords markedly inferior to the Samurai’s katana, was at a much higher level than in Kill Bill, and that’s just off the top of my head. Now that I think on it, the sword work in Hero and House of Flying Daggers—each directed by Yimo, the director to whom Quent tried to pay homage with Kill Bill—kicks the toadstools out of the derivative choreography and unremarkable execution in the Crazy 88 battle. Quent tried to cover his tracks by piling on more combatants. Unless all her opponents were first-Dan black belts, she would have been overwhelmed in such enclosed quarters. My Master was 15th-Dan and had been hailed by the sword masters in Japan as the world’s foremost swordmaster. He is also a Zen master. One day, a student asked him, “Sir, could you fight 100 men?” My Master replied, “No, no man can fight 100 men; so, if they attacked me, I would run away. They would chase me. One of them would be the fastest, so I would fight him and beat him, then run some more, then beat the second-fastest man, then the third, and so on, until I had defeated them all. But no one can fight 100 men all at once. This is not possible.”
A masterpiece of its genre? Yojimbo is a masterpiece of the martial art genre, directed by a genius and starring a genius. The Big Boss and Fist of Fury are masterpieces. Hell, I’ll even give you the first Matrix as a masterpiece, for blending Bushijutso with science-fiction and spandex. A masterpiece is timeless. The Kill Bills are as old as the joke a campaigning politician tells before delivering her/his stump speech. I was embarrassed for Sonny Chiba in this crud.
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